Eve of St Agnes, John Everett Millais, 1863
"Full on this casement shone the wintry moon
...
Of all its wreathed pearls her hair she frees;
Unclasps her warmed jewels one by one;
Loosens her fragrant bodice; by degrees
Her rich attire creeps rustling to her knees:
Half-hidden, like a mermaid in seaweed,
Pensive awhile she dreams awake, and sees
In fancy fair St Agnes in her bed,
But dares not look behind, or all the charm is fled."
The Eve of St Agnes, John Keats, 1819.
...
Of all its wreathed pearls her hair she frees;
Unclasps her warmed jewels one by one;
Loosens her fragrant bodice; by degrees
Her rich attire creeps rustling to her knees:
Half-hidden, like a mermaid in seaweed,
Pensive awhile she dreams awake, and sees
In fancy fair St Agnes in her bed,
But dares not look behind, or all the charm is fled."
The Eve of St Agnes, John Keats, 1819.
N-1... avant 30 , c'est ça ?
T'inquiète, ça va bien se passer ! :))