Her eyes give rise to mellowness, Gardens in her chiseled cheek, Coral orifice those parted lips, like Basil the body, from out of which The consonance of speech speaks truth, And our connection, paradise. What power forged that tapered waist With beauties fashioned necklace-like, Stately, gracile reed and crescent-moon, Fortunate fortune's solar beam ? ... The simple sight of her approach And the eyes of mortals swim, Face cloaked in blinding sunlight, Like a morning that knows no night.