Lush orchid-blooms a-shimmer, Breath of the summer sea, And maiden fancies dimmer Than dreams of dreams can be -- Such imagery surprising, Such lyrics rich and rare Are used in advertising Underwear. Like Orient scent that lingers, Than nard more sweet, or myrrh, Like touch of fairy fingers On harps of gossamer -- So sound, in tropic phrasing, The Ad-man's dulcet tones, Melodiously praising Graphophones. No more the Bard addresses His passion to the moon, He charms no shepherdesses With Beauty till they swoon; No more he sets us sighing With sadness of his dreams -- He woos us into buying Facial creams. Ah, say not that our age is A tough one for the Bard, He sells his stuff by pages, He sells it by the yard; The treasuries of Ophir Yield tribute to his wits; At night he tells his chauffeur -- "To the Ritz!" | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...MAKING THE BED by KAREN SWENSON THE FOUNTAIN (1) by SARA TEASDALE DE PROFUNDIS by ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING THE FUNERAL by WALTER JOHN DE LA MARE THE TEMPER (1) by GEORGE HERBERT AN EGYPTIAN PULLED GLASS BOTTLE IN THE SHAPE OF A FISH by MARIANNE MOORE CYNTHIA SPORTING by PHILIP AYRES MAIDEN'S CHOICE by CAROLYN M. BARBER SONNETS OF MANHOOD: 37. NAPOLEON AT ST. HELENA by GEORGE BARLOW (1847-1913) |