scroop
n. the rustle of silk
Reminds me of a great poem.
Whenas in silks my Julia goes
Then, then (methinks) how sweetly flows
That liquefaction of her clothes.
Next, when I cast mine eyes and see
That brave vibration each way free;
Oh how that glittering taketh me!
Robert Herrick
Photo courtesy of Ingermaaike2, Flickr Creative Commons.
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