Bare
shoulders swelling out of scarlet silk;
A slender, supple throat, whereon is
set
A perfect, dark-crowned head; like
un-creamed milk,
When
fallen rose and poppy leaves have met
And
mingled on its surface, is her skin.
Her arms are softer than soft
velvets are;
Deep dimpled are her cheeks and her
round chin,
And
never yet has any real star
Shone
like the gems that in her bosom rest. . . .
But the slow-lifted eyelid breaks
the spell,
And lets the serpent thro’ its fair
disguise―
Soft
flesh, soft throat, soft arms, delicious breast!
Beware! Beware! the fires of deepest
hell
Burn
in those amber, flower-lidded eyes."Delilah" as it appears in Ella Higginson's When the Birds Go North Again (1898).
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