Turn sideways now and let them see
What loveliness escapes the schools
Then turn again, and smile, and be
The perfect answer to those fools
Who always prate of Greece and Rome
“The face that launched a thousand ships,”
And such like things, but keep tight lips
For burnished beauty nearer home.
Turn in the sun, my love, my love!
What palm-like grace! What poise! I swear
I prize these dusky limbs above
My life. What laughing eyes! What gleaming hair!