Rosy hands, and hennaed fingers, Nails whereon the onyx lingers, Clasped, as at a lover's tale, In the bosom's marble vale.
"Fringilla: Some Tales In Verse"
Richard Doddridge Blackmore
I'm certainly glad I kidded that old widow into thinking she's puhfectly stunning with her hair hennaed.
"The Lookout Man"
B. M. Bower