In an oleander summer
Your pink ruffled fashion
Was lost; to the landscape grafted.
In a lavender hour
The last of uniqueness wafted
From your luring power.
In a roman light, of marble
Glazing are the classic
Proportions set. Through you, restored
Of times, devotional.
In flesh, your the huntress adored!
And posed, the less vestal!
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