MINOAN PORCELAIN

Her eyes of bright unwinking glaze

All imperturbable do not

Even make pretences to regard

The justing absence of her stays,

Where many a Tyrian gallipot

Excites desire with spilth of nard.

The bistred rims above the fard

Of cheeks as red as bergamot

Attest that no shamefaced delays

Will clog fulfilment, nor retard

Full payment of the Cyprian's praise

Down to the last remorseful jot.

Hail priestess of we know not what

Strange cult of Mycenean days!