I saw a black girl once,
  As black as winter's night;
Till through her parted lips
  There came a flood of light;
It was the milky way
  Across her face so black:
Her two lips closed again,
  And night came back.

I see a maiden now,
  Fair as a summer's day;
Yet through her parted lips
  I see the milky way;
It makes the broad daylight
  In summer time look black:
Her two lips close again,
  And night comes back.