XVII.
For the hair droops in clouds amber-coloured till stirred Into gold by the gesture that comes with a word; While--O soft!--her speaking is so interwound Of the dim and the sweet, 't is a twilight of sound And floats through the chamber.
For the hair droops in clouds amber-coloured till stirred Into gold by the gesture that comes with a word; While--O soft!--her speaking is so interwound Of the dim and the sweet, 't is a twilight of sound And floats through the chamber.