| Sang 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.’ |
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| To Solomon sang Sheba, |
| Planted on his knees, |
| ‘If you had broached
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.’ |
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| 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.’ |