Poems (Sill)/Eve's Daughter

EVE'S DAUGHTER.
I waited in the little sunny room:The cool breeze waved the window-lace, at play,The white rose on the porch was all in bloom,And out upon the bayI watched the wheeling sea-birds go and come.
"Such an old friend,—she would not make me stayWhile she bound up her hair." I turned, and lo,Danaë in her shower! and fit to slayAll a man's hoarded prudence at a blow:Gold hair, that streamed awayAs round some nymph a sunlit fountain's flow. "She would not make me wait!"—but well I knowShe took a good half-hour to loose and layThose locks in dazzling disarrangement so!