What coloured ribbons decorate your wrist!
Such browns, such pinks, such varied hues I see,
Such winding intricacies, sharply lined,
And such a bracelet crowns a treasury!
I fain can think of what mysterious beast
Gave birth to treasures such as this: surely
Some magic must have washed this visual feast?
Oh! jewel! Such refined delicacy!
A closer look reveals the truth! O terror!—
The care you spurn, in your unending pain!
What part of you harbours such shocking strife?
O holy blood! O willing flesh, in error!
What scarrèd being seized your mind again?
What beauty’s gained, with flesh under the knife?