Solomon to Sheba

    And kissed her dusky face，

    ‘All day long from mid-day

    We have talked in the one place，

    All day long from shadowless noon

    We have gone round and round

    In the narrow theme of love

    Like an old horse in a pound.‘

    To Solomon sang Sheba，

    Planted on his knees，

    ‘If you had broached¹ a matter

    That might the learned please，

    You had before the sun had thrown

    Our shadows on the ground

    Discovered that my thoughts， not it，

    Are but a narrow pound.‘

    Said Solomon to Sheba，

    And kissed her Arab eyes，

    ‘There’s not a man or woman

    Born under the skies

    Dare match in learning with us two，

    And all day long we have found

    There‘s not a thing but love can make

    The world a narrow pound.‘