ah! I yearn now for the burning suns br that I yearned to forego a month ago: br the burning sands I yearn br The restless bay br Where restless wavelets lapped so sweetly br When the red dusk fell heavily br Yet strange and cool and sensual over the bay: br And the strange bay br Was filled with spirit of the dusk br Cool were the waters where I bathed br And from the shore br The fishermen’s boats prepared to sail.