I wish I settled down on the water flow, bloomed up with a pale lily of satin gauzes and carried off with caressing current among green velvet gleaming as dark bronze in the sun. Wind would kiss my breast on a carpet of silver filigree of outstretched fluid arms and surroundings sprays of blossom jewellery. My eyes would chant the sky and the sun having lured me like a god with a wild gleam in huge blue languorous eyes and limbs of snow.



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John Millais (1829-1896)