Classic Poem

I waited in the little sunny room:
The cool breeze waved the window-lace, at play,
The white rose on the porch was all in bloom,
And out upon the bay
I watched the wheeling sea-birds go and come.
" Such an old friend, — she would not make me stay
While she bound up her hair. " I turned, and lo,
Danai in her shower! and fit to slay
All a man's hoarded prudence at a blow:
Gold hair, that streamed away
As round some nymph a sunlit fountain's flow.
" She would not make me wait! " — but well I know
She took a good half-hour to loose and lay
Those locks in dazzling disarrangement so!