In grace voluptuous she swam on me,
Her pursed lips murmurous of a mellow strain.
Soft as the stars at evenfall
Smiled her rare eyes from forth the shimmering air
Hanging about her yet—her veriest pall,
Save that an all-exuberant tide of hair
Entwound her soft and sensuous flesh. So swept
She, gracious; I her other-heedless thane.
Rare love, mellow voluptuous love,
Shone from her wondrous eyes, fell from her tongue