And I have known the arms already, known them all -
Arms that are braceleted and white and bare
(But in the lamplight, downed with light brown hair!)
Is it perfume from a dress
That makes me so digress?
Arms that should lie along a table or wrap about a shawl.
And should I then presume?
And how should I begin?- The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock by T.S. Eliot