Even when she walks she seems to dance
Her garments writhe and glisten like long snakes obedient to the rhythm of the wands by which a fakir wakens them to grace
Like both the desert and the desert sky insensible to human suffering, and ...
I.
She walks in beauty, like the night
Of cloudless climes and starry skies;
And all that's best of dark and bright
At court I met it, in clothes brave enough To be a courtier, and looks grave
To seem a statesman: as I near it came, It made me a great face
I asked the name
"A lord," it cried, "buried in flesh and blood, And such fr...