Firm limbs an oak-bark-brown, and hair—wild woods
Have perfumed—loops of radiance; and they,
Most coyly pleasant, as we linger by,
Pout dimpled cheeks, more rose than rosiest sky,
Honeyed; and us good-hearted laughter fling
Like far-out reefs that flute melodious spray.
II.
Then we surprise each Naiad ere she slips—
Nude at her toilette—in her fountain's glass,
With damp locks dewy, and large godlike hips