THIS girl was sweeter than the song of swans, <br />And daintier than the lamb upon the lawns <br />Or Curine oyster. She, the flower of girls, <br />Outshone the light of Erythraean pearls; <br />The teeth of India that with polish glow, <br />The untouched lilies or the morning snow. <br />Her tresses did gold-dust outshine <br />And fair hair of women of the Rhine. <br />Compared to her the peacock seemed not fair, <br />The squirrel lively, or the phoenix rare; <br />Her on whose pyre the smoke still hovering waits; <br />Her whom the greedy and unequal fates <br />On the sixth dawning of her natal day, <br />My child-love and my playmate - snatcht away.<br /><br />Robert Louis Stevenson<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/de-erotio-puella/
