Bird Of Paradise

WITH sapphire for her crown,

And with the Libyan wine

For lustre of her eyes;

With azure on her feet

As though she trod the skies;

Then iris for her vest,

Rose, ebony, and flame

(The bird that Camoens

Won for his golden lay),

She lives a thing enthralled.

In forests that are old,

As old as is the Moon.