Round them a fierce, wide, crazy noon Heaves with crushed lips and glowing sides Against the huge and drowsy sun. Beneath them turn the glittering tides Where dizzy waters reel with gold,...
Unaware of its terror, And but half aware Of the world's beauty near her - Of sunlight on the stones, And trembling birds in the square, Lightly went Madala - A rose blown suddenly...
The mind is Beauty's thief, the poet takes The golden spendthrift's trail among the blooms Where she stands tossing silver in the lakes, And twisting bright swift threads on airy looms....