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First Line: Heat of the sun that maketh all men black
Last Line: To fill with richness all my desert heart.


HEAT of the sun that maketh all men black, --
They are but Ethiopian shades of thee --
Pour down upon this wild and glittering fleece
That is more rich than feathers of bright birds
The ripening gems, the drops of the still night.
I parch for that still shade, my heat of love
That parched those ripening gems hath withered me.

Come with the African pomp and train of waves,
Give me your darkness, my immortal shade,
Beside the waterwells my heart hath known.
The shepherds hairy-rough as satyrs come,
Bring up their fleeces that are waterfull
With freshness clear as precious gums of trees
Where weep the incense trees from some deep smart,
So the fresh water from your fleece flows in
To fill with richness all my desert heart.





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