Adorn’d with sapphires blue, which shone with wondrous brilliancy:
She then put on a costly robe of asbest silver white;
The border of the robe was hemm’d with garnets rare and bright.
A milk-tub made of polish’d deal he saw her take up now,
And to the flow’ry mead repair, to milk her brindled cow:
In clover deep there grazing stood the cow with crumpled horn;
I’ th’ middle of the meadow spread its blossom the black thorn.
She sat down on the clover green, and with her fingers neat
Under the cow she fix’d the pail, and grasp’d the swelling teat;
While the milk foam’d, the beast to stare with much indifference seem’d: