O'er their soft limbs has myrrh its fragrance shed; br And bathed in warmth beneath December's skies br They dream, while the bronze lamp with flaming eyes br Throws light and shadow on each beauteous head. br br On byssus cushions of empurpled bed br Some amber, rosy figure nerveless tries br To stretch, or bend, or from the couch to rise, br Where linen's folds voluptuously spread. br br In nakedness, exhaling ardent fume, br An Asian woman mid the heated room br Twines her smooth arms in pliant, languorous play; br br Ausonius' daughters, mad with ecstasy, br Drink in the rich and savage harmony, br As over blushless bust their dark locks stray.