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二八娇娆冰月精，

道旁不吝好风情。

花心柔软春含露，

柳骨藏蕤夜宿莺。

Lying asleep between the strokes of night.

I saw my love lean over my sad bed, Pale as the duskiest lily’s leaf or head, Smooth-skinned and dark, with bare throat made to bite,

Too wan for blushing and too warm for white,

But perfect-coloured without white or red.

And her lips opened amorously, and said – I wist not what, saving one word – Delight.

by Algernon Charles Swinburne