Vi

With one hand half uplifted did she hold Her fair locks from her in a shining band, As if to match the sunlight with their gold Glittering with ocean-dew; the other hand Sustained a robe sea-woven of glaucous strand, Which veiled her limbs as softly as the moon Glimmers where dawn-illumined mountains stand Rosy in snow, or as in leafy June The glowing foliage holds yet hides the hot midnoon.