See, I have bent thee by thy saffron hair O most strange masker, Towards my face, thy face so full of eyes O almost legendary monster, Thee of the saffron, circling hair I bend,...
So she became a bird, and bird-like danced On a long sloe-bough, treading the silver blossom With a bird's lovely feet; And shaken blossoms fell into the hands Of Sunlight. And he held them for a moment...