716 The Day undressed—Herself Her Garter—was of Gold Her Petticoat—of Purple plain Her Dimities—as old Exactly—as the World And yet the newest Star Enrolled upon the Hemisphere Be wrinkled—much as Her Too near to God—to pray Too near to Heaven—to fear The Lady of the Occident Retired without a care Her Candle so expire The flickering be seen On Ball of Mast in Bosporus And Dome—and Window Pane