In my stiff, brocaded gown. With my powdered hair and jeweled fan, I too am a rare Pattern.
I shall go Up and down In my gown. Gorgeously arrayed, Boned and stayed.
Underneath my stiffened gown Is the softness of a woman bathing in a marble basin, A basin in the midst of hedges grown So thick, she cannot see her lover hiding, But she guesses he is near, And the sliding of the water Seems the stroking of a dear Hand upon her.