That dwells in the desert and sings beside its brood.
Her eyelids are bows brought from the negro-land;
And her eye-lashes, you would swear that
it was the beard of an ear of corn
Ripened by the eye of light[[17]] towards the end of summer;
Her eyes are the eyes of the gazelle
Troubled about her little ones,
Or, rather, it is the flash that precedes the thunder
In the middle of the night.
Her mouth is admirable,