Make me your Alma Tadema,
Drape fine silks over me.
Collect together rich deep velvet fabrics,
For me to lie my body upon.
Loosen my abundant tresses,
Down my back let them flow.
With garlands of lillies and of roses,
Fill my arms and crown my hair.
I will return to you,
Such faith never could a picture hold.
But my eyes will mirror such love,
As in past stories was told.