A thing of beauty is a joy for ever:
Its loveliness increases; it will never
Pass into nothingness; but still will keep
A bower quiet for us, and a sleep
Full of sweet dreams, and health, and quiet breathing.
Soft curls of darkness,
Dancing as if on fire.
Oceanic pools of sapphire,
Calming and intoxicating.
Luscious and enticing,
Stained a pomegranate red.
Flushed like a newly-wed's,
Glowing a cherry crimson.
Silky and radiant,
Of a tan, tender.
Curvaceous and slender,
With an air of dignity and grace.
"The Dusky Beauty…"