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What could equal Romeo’s reaction at his first sight of Juliet: “O, she doth teach the torches to burn bright! It seems she hangs upon the cheek of night / Like a rich jewel in an Ethiop’s ear — Beauty too rich for use, for earth too dear!”

With closed eyes, his face shining with rapture, John was softly declaiming to vacancy: “Oh! she doth teach the torches to burn bright. It seems she hangs upon the cheek of night; Like a rich jewel in an Ethiop’s ear; Beauty too rich for use, for earth too dear ...” The golden T lay shining on Lenina’s bosom.

A distant land, a swarthy people next Receives thee: near the fountains of the sun They dwell by Ethiop's wave.

The dawn comes slowly, but the Westering day leaps like a lover to the dusky bosom of the Ethiop night.

It is not “labour lost” to sit up until midnight, to watch the unfolding of this darling child of Flora’s in all her glory; for, in the words of the poet, “Her beauty hangs upon the cheek of night, Like a rich jewel in an Ethiop’s ear.”