How Marble-Like The Limbs Of This White Queen Poem by Emmanuel George Cefai

How marble-like the limbs of this white queen
Delicacy made its shrine in every part
And Beauty veiling made her rest room there:
The stars twinkle in your eyes as in heaven do
The seasons conspire how to yield the best
Of all the best they have and give to you –
Their ceaseless homage by hundred suitors matched.

Yet when the black skinned queen of beauty walks
Heaven and earth are stunned and stupefied.