To you, skeleton embellished,
full rose garlanding its trellis;
bone clothes: set in relief, newly
whitewashed light, a solid lily.
To you, swift, loose hair a flash,
lightning foreshorten'd, sea-dash;
tranquil enchantment, goddess at rest,
palpable dream of a Form expressed.
To you, contemplation, play, and pleasure,
delight's malleable treasure,
beautifully covered, tram-wound loom.
The brush's glory is to mold you,
and in clothing, to unclothe you.
To you, Painting's Venus in full bloom.