Public Bath

Beneath high heaven’s beryl veil
my skin was soft and very pale
and as the ocean grazed my toes
it washed away my petty woes.
But, when he saw me floating there,
clothed only in my golden hair,
I dashed to don this cotton frock
which sat upon a distant rock,
then scolded him with fiery wrath
for spying on my morning bath!

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