WHY has the Shepherdess black with the Sun
Locks fair as a sheepskin waterfall? . . . Run,
Glittering wind from my cherry tree,
And call her, call her, to me.
Wind, pull at her sheepskin waterfall locks . . .
These coral tears
So rich and bright
Will change her whom the Sun made black
To the Ethiopian splendour night.
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