The White Ship (21)
(21) What Beauty
What beauty in her half-turned face
Her olive skin from mountain Thrace
Her eyes like almonds deftly traced
Such symmetry, such gentle grace.
Her lips are thin and sensuous
Her smile is wide and generous
Her teeth are white as necklace pearls;
What poetry her tongue unfurls.
Her iris', now pure green gold
They hypnotize as they behold
They change their color in the light
Chameleon-like in their delight.
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