Sappho — Comparison

Less soft a Tyrian robe         Of texture fine, Less delicate a rose         Than flesh of thine. Whiter thy breast than snow         That virgin lies, And deeper than the blue         Of seas thy eyes. More golden than the fruit         Of orange trees, Thy locks that floating lure         The satyr breeze. Less fine of silver string         An Orphic lyre, Less sweet than thy low laugh         That wakes desire.