noon
The light Lay on her swelling throat , and showed her eyes Starred like a tropic night . The stranger 's hand Trembled a little , and his quick-drawn breath Carried a message from his breast to hers . They left the hut together . From the clear Bright heat of noon they turned , and took their way Into the greenly silent forest . Leaves Flickered above wet blossoms , simple sounds Of homely labor borne upon the breeze Made them the more alone . They spoke of Love , A mighty word to ease the strange new pain Born in their hearts . Sudden the path grew wide -- A little space deprived of flowers and life -- `` The house of sandal wood , '' said Taka , pointing , And there , the last home of a chief , it lay .