She came to us, with letters, for a little summer stay.
Diana, she was beautiful, and yet she made me laugh—
Forever and forever taking one eternal bath.
She had lost her bow and arrow, she had lost her lingerie,
But she was far from Venice and my sister’s protégée.
And because of her distinction, and the wonder of design,
Her color and her contour, surpassing any line,
I braved a frowning family, I offered her my best,
And worshipped her in silence as my sister’s chosen guest.
As the flowers seek the sunlight, as the birds adore the air,