I see her dancing in the square
At dusk beside the closed bazaars;
Her veils twirl round while jasmine scent
Pervades the breeze beneath the stars.
She moves now past a trelissed stair
As I in strange bewilderment
Watch glimmering feet and follow after
On paths lit by a sickle moon.
Her veils are flowing langourously
As she bends down by a lagoon
Where lotus petals gleam–I follow
And then I hear derisive laughter–
She drops her mask—-I turn to see
a face, a skull—-with gaunt eyes hollow….
