Vision of a Fair Woman

From Elizabeth A. Sharp’s “Lyra Celtica” TELL us some of the charms of the stars:   Close and well set were her ivory teeth; White as the canna upon the moor   Was her bosom the tartan bright beneath. Her well-rounded forehead shone   Soft and fair as the mountain snow; Her two breasts were heaving full;   To them did the hearts of heroes flow. Her lips were ruddier than the rose;   Tender and tunefully sweet her tongue; White as the foam adown her side   Her delicate fingers extended hung. Smooth as the dusky down of the elk   Appeared her shady eyebrows to me; Lovely her cheeks were, like berries red;   From every guile she was wholly free. Her countenance looked like the gentle buds   Unfolding their beauty in early spring; Her yellow locks like the gold-browed hills;   And her eyes like the radiance the sunbeams bring.