She took the curious amber charms
From off her neck, and laid them down,
She loosed her jonquil-coloured gown,
And shook the bracelets from her arms.
She loosed her lemon-satin stays,
She took a carven ivory comb,
Her hair crawled down like yellow foam,
And flickered in the candle’s rays.
I watched her thick locks, like a mass
Of honey, dripping from the pin;
Each separate hair was as the thin
Gold thread within a Venice glass.