A lean girl clothed in silk and lace
And torques of fluted ivory,
Came from the fanes of Samothrace
Across the foaming purple sea.
Her long and braided hair could hold
A dead man’s gaze day after day
For it shone brilliantly like gold
And rare delights seemed to display.
Her eyes were like two polished jewels
Of cobalt blue and passing fair,
Enough to make kings act like fools,
She breathed a rarer godlike air.
Her legs so limber, tan and long,
Her voice like Sirens in the night
Could mesmerize the weak or strong,
Her earrings opals pale and bright.
Her waist so thin, bedecked with chains,
From silver mines in time lost Troy,
Her tears like gentle summer rains
Could turn a man into a boy.
Her neck so regal like the swan,
Her spine so like a lovely arch,
Her sigh could summon up the dawn,
Or call up ghosts from fen and march.
A lean girl clothed in silk and lace
And torques of fluted ivory,
Who came from fanes of Samothrace
Returned across that purple sea.
Please tell me what you think
Comments
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This is wonderful, and sparks the imagination to race, a very enchanting poem. well done my friend!
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I have fallen into your poem in a daze of enchantment and may not revive for a long time, so you might charge me rent for staying in your poem... maybe forever, actually, for it is truly beautiful. 
I am now unable to say more because of being overcome. Sincerely. Yes.
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Beautiful, sweet, and very satisfying. Would that I could meet a girl like this.
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Calls to mind old sea shanties. I can see a bunch of rum-warmed pirates or privateers singing this, toasting the mythical girl.
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