And quoth another and quoth well:—
And trees of Orange fruiting ferly fair ✿ To those who straitest have their charms surveyed;
Like cheeks of women who their forms have decked ✿ For holiday in robes of gold brocade.
And yet another as well:—
Like are the Orange-hills[[403]] when Zephyr breathes ✿ Swaying the boughs and spray with airy grace,
Her cheeks that glow with lovely light when met ✿ At greeting-tide by cheeks of other face.
And a fourth as fairly:—
And fairest Fawn, we said to him “Portray ✿ This garth and oranges thine eyes survey:”
And he, “Your garden favoureth my face, ✿ Who gathereth orange gathereth fire alwày.”
In that garden too grew citrons, in colour as virgin gold, hanging down from on high and dangling among the branches, as they were ingots of growing gold;[[404]] and saith thereof the ’namoured poet:—