At morn I pick the fruits with which
My island does provide me.
They sting my lips
And burn my tongue;
Their flavor is denied me.

At noon I walk the sunny beach
To see what lies beyond me.
Light stings my brain;
Tears flood my eyes;
The view is hidden from me.

At eve I hear the creatures swift
Come in the dark to raid me.
In shade of brush
And foliage;
They always do evade me.

At night I touch a creature soft
Come to lay down beside me.
My lust's so dark
It floods the night;
Her beauty is denied me.