1. A maiden came, and dusk had made
A ring on her finger with gems arrayed.

2. I said I'd match with lids that shone
The lips' sweet red, not borrowed, her own.

3. Eyes wandering, not wine-oppressed,
When did your glances steep themselves in myrrh?

4. I see toothstick's savor on the red of her mouth,
And her chin, by musk made fresh, brushed over.

5. I fancy the rainbow has kissed it, and left it
Marked on her moist lip with a wrote that won't fade.