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26. Jun 2006



       She was a gordian shape of dazzling hue,
      Vermilion-spotted, golden, green, and blue;
      Striped like a zebra, freckled like a pard,
      Eyed like a peacock, and all crimson barr'd; 
      And full of silver moons, that, as she breathed,
      Dissolv'd, or brighter shone, or interwreathed
      Their lustres with the gloomier tapestries--
      So rainbow-sided, touch'd with miseries,
      She seem'd, at once, some penanced lady elf,
      Some demon's mistress, or the demon's self.

      Upon her crest she wore a wannish fire	
      Sprinkled with stars, like Ariadne's tiar:	
      Her head was serpent, but ah, bitter-sweet!	
      She had a woman’s mouth with all its pearls complete:
      And for her eyes: what could such eyes do there	
      But weep, and weep, that they were born so fair?
Maleri af John William Waterhouse (1849-1917), efter Keats' digt af samme navn.