For sweet and loving longings,
All of me I’d dare to give,
For lo! Doubting eyes are strewn upon
That which seems unknown
Which replicates this feel also

In the light of the sparkling beams
Of neighbours and friends
The sentinel of the ghostly
Paled and rejected
White as the neighbours’ smile
Bring back the hollow once more

And the beams of the yellow rays,
Slipping in like the splinters through raffia palms
Remind me of what I am,
That yet may be forgotten to me
In the torrents which flood this soul

But still upon the greened timber,
Seated in the shadow,
Lay the solitary stranger
Feasting upon her sweet ecstasy,
In the tip-tap of the rangers of the dark