White, white, your beauty is,
White, white as Artemis
When thru her draperies,
Her lovers her face discern;
White as the tapers there
(Pale ghosts, with yellow hair
Borne on the evening air)
When thru a dim mist they burn;
White as a sail that dips
Seas with great, laughing lips,
Seas whence tall, rakish ships
Never return.