From Cuchulain of Muirthemne, by Lady Gregory
A bright comb of silver and gold, and she was washing in a silver basin, having four golden birds on it, and little bright pirple stones set in the rim of the basin. A beautiful purple cloak she had, and silver fringes to it, and a golden brooch; and she had on her dress of green silk with a long hood emproidered in red gold, and wonderful clasps of gold and silver on her breasts and on her shoulders. The sunlight was falling on her, so that the gold and the green silk were shining out. Two plaits of hair she had, four locks in each plait, and a bead at the point of every lock, and the colour of her hair was like yellow flags in summer, or like red gold after it had been rubbed.
There she was, letting down her hair to wash it, and her arms out through her sleeve-holes of her shift. Her soft hands were as white as snow of a single night, and her eyes as blue as any blue flower, and her lips as red as the berries of the rowan-tree, and her body as white as the foam of a wave. The bright light of the moon was in her face, the highness of pride in her eyebrows, a dimple of delight in each of her cheeks, the light of wooing in her eyes, and when she walked she had a step that was steady and even, like the walk of a queen.
There are some obvious spelling mistakes, but that is infact how it is written.