So, after bath, the slave-girls brought The broidered raiment for her wear, The misty izar from Mosul, The pearls and opals for her hair, The slippers for her supple feet, (Two radiant crescent moons they were,) And lavender, and spikenard sweet, And attars, nedd, and richest musk. When they had finished dressing her, (The eye of morn, the heart's desire!) Like one pale star against the dusk, A single diamond on her brow Trembled with its imprisoned fire! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE POET'S SOLILOQUY by E. M. AVERILL WARPED FLOWER by SHEILA BARBOUR TO THE QUEENES MOST EXCELLENT MAJESTIE by ELIZABETH (TANFIELD) CARY THE SHOSHANAH by GEORGE E. CHODOWSKY THE CROWNING OF SYLVIA: PEASANT'S SONG by GEORGE DARLEY ON THE ADMISSION OF JEWS INTO PARLIAMENT by ROWLAND EYLES EGERTON-WARBURTON |