She seemed a full moon rising and a gazelle browsing, a girl of nine plus five[FN#288] shaming the moon and sun, even as saith of her the sayer eloquent and ingenious,
"Semblance of full-moon Heaven bore, * When five and five are conjoined by four; 'Tis not my sin if she made of me * Its like when it riseth horizon o'er."[FN#289]
Clean of skin, odoriferous of breath, it seemed as if she were of fire fashioned and of crystal moulded; rose-red was the cheek of her and perfect the shape and form of her; even as one saith of her, describing her,
"Scented with sandal[FN#290] and musk, right proudly doth she go, * With gold and silver and rose and saffron-colour aglow. A flower in a garden she is, a pearl in an ouch of gold * Or an image in chapel[FN#291] set for worship of high and low. Slen
