See The Sun Never Rising Poem by James McLain

She outran one man and then the next
and stopped by them both,
and they were made ready for pleasing.

Yet she did not even sweat so as to need to be washed
though in the woods she did.

Upon returning at the evening,
and the eye could scarcely realize all her great beauty.

For, when looking at one part,
his eyes were drawn away
by the perfection of her other parts.

He stood all night with his hands always moving
and never at rest upon her.

She stood all night
while he washed her hair
upon the wet grass growing even darker
as was nights want under the light of the bright moon.

But come, my friends,
as you sit here all smiling
you look to the morning,
do you never see the sun rising?

And now it is time to undress for rehearsal
coming straight up under the sun it is noon.