Dusky like night, but night with all her stars,
Or cavern sparkling with its native spars;
Wth eyes that were a language and a spell,
A form like Aphrodite's in her shell,
With all her loves around her on the deep,
Voluptuous as the first approach of sleep.

Lord Byron 1788-1824

'The Island' (1823) canto 2, st. 7

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