The red sun sinks over Cyprus
As it is sinking now,
And does your dark hair linger thus,
And is the dying sunlight on your brow,
    So cool and chaste
    And double faced?
You turn so quickly so my breath
    Comes sharp.
Oh die dark face over Cyprus;
Oh die thin body in the Cyprus sun.
Nor must I see your tragic figure run
To so embrace me now the day is done.
The red sun sinks, and with its sinking I
    Have felt you die.
    Goodbye — my love.