Her by her party-coloured vest he knew.
Unequal strips and many formed the gown, Which, opening with her walk, or wind that blew, Now showed, now hid her; for they were unsown.
Her hair appeared to be at strife; in hue Like silver and like gold, and black and brown;
Part in a tress, in riband part comprest, Some on her shoulders flowed, some on her breast.
