The north'ly herds of dust browning, Ane snowflake waning on bare, Suncast umber sept dunes gleed basking in effete eve, In musicale of thrumming gale. Sainted snowflakes of Sahara paling in shadows of the malign, Haltingly, in quiet passing, dewed of hue, Demise hence saunters nigh. To Snowflakes in Sahara, The forthright in gaze of many ills, Alé ti lé - night is come.