Dream Variations

To fling my arms wide 
In some place of the sun, 
To whirl and to dance 
Till the white day is done. 
Then rest at cool evening 
Beneath a tall tree 
While night comes on gently, 
    Dark like me-- 
That is my dream! 
 
To fling my arms wide 
In the face of the sun, 
Dance!  Whirl!  Whirl! 
Till the quick day is done. 
Rest at pale evening . . . 
A tall, slim tree . . . 
Night coming tenderly 
    Black like me.