Dusky like night, but night with all her stars,

Or cavern sparkling with its native spars;

With eyes that were a language and a spell,

A form like Aphrodite's in her shell,

With all her loves around her on the deep,

Voluptuous as the first approach of sleep.

by Lord Byron 1788–1824, English poet, in ‘The Island’ (1823) canto 2, st. 7