text: When she rises in the morning
  I linger to watch her;
  She spreads the bath-cloth underneath the window
  And the sunbeams catch her
  Glistening white on the shoulders,
  While down her sides the mellow
  Golden shadow glows as
  She stoops to the sponge, and her swung breasts
  Sway like full-blown yellow
  Gloire de Dijon roses.
  
  She drips herself with water, and her shoulders
  Glisten as silver, they crumple up
  Like wet and falling roses, and I listen
  For the sluicing of their rain-dishevelled petals.
  In the window full of sunlight
  Concentrates her golden shadow
  Fold on fold, until it glows as
  Mellow as the glory roses.