• Take away the sunshine shadow
    or take the god-sent eyes.
    Remove the tanning of his skin
    or even the laughing vines.
    What have you left
    for underneath,
    is plain uncaring sun.
    The stilling rain that is bequeathed,

    but hark the man that is the right,
    For he has not the god-sent style.
    The lulling look within his eyes,
    the eyes with- in that rile,
    every nerve within my heart.
    ‘Cause underneath holds truth so deep,
    even when the clouds uncaring.
    His shining sun in hearts so deep
    for he has no god sent style.