A daughter of the sun is she,
Delicate and neat,
Whom a divine geometry
Has made complete.
The subtle air was spun with fire
For a body bright and wild,
Immaculate in clean desire,
A strange wise child.
With elemental grace of wind
Her symmetry is plain;
Precisely is each thought defined
In her dainty brain.
Her secret will not keep the night.
What will her lover say
When, springing on a horse of light,
She rides away?