The galloping oats parted;
the dune knelt down,
and they debarked in the mild forgiveness
of his dromedary eyes.
They wept to say goodbye.
How they'd loved his shaggy knees!
And as they loved, so they forgot.
The land stood up; if land can sigh,
it r [...]
There was a story the night that Father packed
that Father told the sisters, dark and fair:
if they were very bad and a wind crossed
the moon when they were bad
it cast a spell.
This simply forced them to be very bad
and keep their eyes open.