Suddenly then my strange companion cried, <br />``Bring me the body.'' In a moment more <br />She had thrown off her hat, her veil untied, <br />And motioning all the women to the door, <br />While I sat speechless by who would have gone, <br />Undid her jacket and anon her dress, <br />With the jet buttons of it one by one, <br />And stood but clothed the more in loveliness, <br />A sight sublime, a dream, a miracle, <br />A little goddess from some luminous field <br />Brought down unconscious on our Earth to dwell, <br />And in an age of innocence revealed, <br />Naked but not ashamed. Nay, wherefore shame? <br />And I, ah, who shall blame me, who shall blame?<br /><br />Wilfrid Scawen Blunt<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/esther-a-sonnet-sequence-xlviii/
