I watched you saunter down the sand: <br />Serene and large, the golden weather <br />Flowed radiant round your peacock feather, <br />And glistered from your jewelled hand. <br />Your tawny hair, turned strand on strand <br />And bound with blue ribands together, <br />Streaked the rough tartan, green like heather, <br />That round your lissome shoulder spanned. <br />Your grace was quick my sense to seize: <br />The quaint looped hat, the twisted tresses, <br />The close-drawn scarf, and under these <br />The flowing, flapping draperies - <br />My thought an outline still caresses, <br />Enchanting, comic, Japanese!<br /><br />William Ernest Henley<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/back-view/
