Golden rose the house, in the portal I saw <br />thee, a marvel, carven in subtle stuff, a <br />portent. Life died down in the lamp and flickered, <br />caught at the wonder. <br /> <br />Crimson, frosty with dew, the roses bend where <br />thou afar, moving in the glamorous sun, <br />drinkst in life of earth, of the air, the tissue <br />golden about thee. <br /> <br />Green the ways, the breath of the fields is thine there, <br />open lies the land, yet the steely going <br />darkly hast thou dared and the dreaded aether <br />parted before thee. <br /> <br />Swift at courage thou in the shell of gold, casting <br />a-loose the cloak of the body, earnest <br />straight, then shone thine oriel and the stunned light <br />faded about thee. <br /> <br />Half the graven shoulder, the throat aflash with <br />strands of light inwoven about it, loveliest <br />of all things, frail alabaster, ah me! <br />swift in departing. <br /> <br />Clothed in goldish weft, delicately perfect, <br />gone as wind ! The cloth of the magical hands! <br />Thou a slight thing, thou in access of cunning <br />dar'dst to assume this?<br /><br />Ezra Pound<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/apparuit/
