1. The dawn allures to heights sublime, remote,
From bashful face the veil is half afloat,

2. Gliding, and wiping off the shades of night
From the fair page of morning grey and smote.

3. The pearls of dew roll off her cheeks that shine
Like purest pearl in necklace black of note:

4. Spear-thrusts the polished surface overlay
Of steel-mail vest on breast of young gazelle:

5. The cupping man hath withdrawn the blood therefrom,
On day of bitterness for wives of Lot.