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 And through the threads of it the sun lost gold, And fell all pale upon her throat and breast With play of lights and tracings manifold: But the whole heaven shone full upon the rest.

Her curvéd shapes of shoulder and of limb, Wrought fairly round or dwindling delicate, Were carven in some substance made to dim With whiteness all things carven or create.

And every sort of fairness that was yet In work of man or God was perfected Upon that work her bosom, where were set In snows two wondrous jewelries of red.

The sun and sea made haloes of a light Most soft and glimmering, and wreathed her close Round all her wondrous shapes, and kept her bright In a fair mystery of pearl and rose.

The waves fell fawning all about her there Down to her ancles; then, with kissing sweet, Slackened and waned away in love and fear From the bright presence of her new-formed feet.