To Electra (More white than whitest lilies far)

More white than whitest lilies far,

Or snow, or whitest swans you are:

More white than are the whitest creams,

Or moonlight tinselling the streams:

More white than pearls, or Juno's thigh,

Or Pelops' arm of ivory.

True, I confess, such whites as these

May me delight, not fully please;

Till like Ixion's cloud you be

White, warm, and soft to lie with me.