She is as beautiful as the eastern Sun,
As the proud white peacock spreading his glorious fan,
As the many patterned gold traceries on the temple walls
And the mystery that broods over the moonlit desert.
Heavy silken garments wrap her slenderness,
And pearls shine like stars in the night of her hair.
A delicate perfume, intangible–
Caught my senses and sent my brain awhirl with love,
As if myriad worlds were falling through space,
I among them, lost.
(Isobel Stone)
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