Thomas Holley Chivers,
Sonnet to Isa Sleeping
“ As graceful as the Babylonian willow Bending, at noontide, over some clear stream In Palestine, in beauty did she seem Upon the cygnet-down of her soft pillow; And now her breast heaved like some gentle billow Swayed by the presence of the full round moon Voluptuous as the summer South at noon Her cheeks as rosy as the radiant dawn When heaven is cloudless! ”
