Falters forth her sweet gratitude,—veils her fair frame,—
And glides from the presence, all glowing with shame.
PART II.
Of costly cedar, rarely carved, the royal chambers ceiling,
The columned walls, of marble rich, its brightest hues revealing;
Around the room a starry smile the lamp of crystal shed,
But warmest lay its lustre on a noble lady’s head;
Her dark hair, bound with burning gems, whose fitful lightning glow,
Is tame beside the wild, black eyes that proudly flash below:
The Jewish rose and olive blend their beauty in her face;