⁠The embroidery and fringe.
Her head-dress than the snow appeared
⁠Ev'n whiter to behold,
And covering o'er the fine clear lawn
⁠Her long dark tresses rolPd.
Her face was heavenly, and her neck
⁠Divine, but in their hue
Like wax, the colour which fear paints,
⁠And long-known sorrow too.
Her eyes were like two beaming suns
⁠Beneath their lashes tall,
Where shone two precious pearly drops
⁠As ready down to fall.
She was a lily fair, whom death
⁠Was rudely threatening seen,
For a corroding worm the heart
⁠Was tearing deep within.
Now in her thin pale hands, convulsed
⁠It seems with fear or doubt,
Her kerchief white, of bordered lace
⁠And points, she twists about;
Or with absorb'd distracted mien
⁠She agitates the air,
With fan, whose feathers Araby