THREE dark maids,—I loved them when In Jaën,— Axa, Fatima, Marien. Three dark maids who went together Picking olives in clear weather, My, but they were in fine feather In Jaën,— Axa, Fatima, Marien!— There the harvests they collected, Turning home with hearts dejected, Haggard where the sun reflected In Jaën,— Axa, Fatima, Marien. Three dark Moors so lovely, they— Three dark Moors so lovely, they Plucked the apples on the day Near Jaën,— Axa, Fatima, Marien. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SPOON RIVER ANTHOLOGY: HENRY PHIPPS by EDGAR LEE MASTERS THE NEGRO DANCERS by CLAUDE MCKAY THE PAST IS THE PRESENT (2) by MARIANNE MOORE TO A PRIZE BIRD by MARIANNE MOORE WE HAVE GONE THROUGH GREAT ROOMS TOGETHER by CARL SANDBURG |