With bracelets of the diamond bright;
Her constant beauty doth inform
Stillness with love, and day with light.
She sleeps! her breathings are not heard
In palace chambers far apart,
The fragrant tresses are not stirr’d
That lie upon her charmed heart.
She sleeps: on either hand upswells
The gold-fringed pillow lightly prest:
She sleeps, nor dreams, but ever dwells