Market in the cool white morning   merchants sell as ladies buy   milk, tobacco, soap, and matches   Sweep the floor while the dishes dry      spring whispered in her ear   like soft Mediterranean wailin’       Sleepy woman by the window   dreaming in the morning air   of the man who takes her sweetness   by a Chinese lamp upstairs      The steam of China tea   You could hear the woman sing   in the soft flames of spring      Spring has swept the scarlet sidestreets   winds caress, undress, invite   Upstairs by a Chinese lamp   they softly talk in the cool spring night