Her eye, grey, illumined in hazy light The eyebrows soft and firm, her chin rounded and smooth Her forehead, raised, fair and tall The lips simple and steady, her cheeks curved and blue   Her face, pale, glowing in the fiery bosom The features worn and gentle, her eyelids moist and low Her hair, dark, shorn and plain The neck drooped and restless, her movements guarded and slow   She in fire-lit room, she beckoned to his shadowy gloom She in embroidered throne, she collapsing in truth alone She in simple garb, she embedded with malicious shard She in youthful year, she resisting the poisonous sneer   Her glance, keen, stabbing and tearing Her eyelashes, dark, dripping and unclosing