A needle running in white crêpe de chine
Is not the frail servant of utility
It was designed to be;
It is an arrow of silver sunlight 
Plunging with a waterfall.

And hands moving in white crêpe de chine
Are not slaves of the precedent
That governs them;
They are the crouching women of a fountain,
Who have sprung from marble into life
To bathe ecstatically
In the brimming basin. 


Crêpe de Chine is a soft fine or sheer clothing crepe especially of silk.