When she rises in the morning br I linger to watch her; br She spreads the bath-cloth underneath the window br And the sunbeams catch her br Glistening white on the shoulders, br While down her sides the mellow br Golden shadow glows as br She stoops to the sponge, and her swung breasts br Sway like full-blown yellow br Gloire de Dijon roses. br br She drips herself with water, and her shoulders br Glisten as silver, they crumple up br Like wet and falling roses, and I listen br For the sluicing of their rain-dishevelled petals. br In the window full of sunlight br Concentrates her golden shadow br Fold on fold, until it glows as br Mellow as the glory roses.