Minoan Porcelain

Her eyes of bright unwinking glaze
  All imperturbable do not
  Even make pretences to regard
  The justing absence of her stays,
  Where many a Tyrian gallipot
  Excites desire with spilth of nard.
  The bistred rims above the fard
  Of cheeks as red as bergamot
  Attest that no shamefaced delays
  Will clog fulfilment, nor retard
  Full payment of the Cyprian's praise
  Down to the last remorseful jot.
  Hail priestess of we know not what
  Strange cult of Mycenean days!