Beyond her sat a second monster. She <br />In shape and sense was undisguisedly real, <br />An ox--eyed queen of full--fed majesty <br />And giant height and comeliness ideal. <br />She too her tale related, as was due, <br />In measured tones, her age, her birth, her name, <br />Bourgeois her parents, friends of order too, <br />And good Imperialists of honest fame, <br />Her age eighteen, her height seven feet, her waist <br />An ell and more in its circumference, <br />Her leg above the knee, and where was placed <br />Its point of full development. . . The sense <br />Of the rest I lost, for laughing half aloud <br />Again a woman touched me in the crowd.<br /><br />Wilfrid Scawen Blunt<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/esther-a-sonnet-sequence-xi/
