Reading this thread made me want the poem below which I've memorized for so long.... When she rises in the morning I linger to watch her; She spreads the bath-cloth underneath the window And the sunbeams catch her Glistening white on the shoulders, While down her sides the mellow Golden shadow glows as She stoops to the sponge; and her swung breasts Sway like full-blown yellow Gloire de Dijon roses. D.H. Lwarence