LAVENDER fresh are your looks Bond Street, in May-time; London that's laid down her books, London in playtime; Sunlit eleven o'clock, Jack, ay, and Jill, Furbelow, feather and frock, Fashion and frill! Lilac'd and lawned go your girls, So many Graces, Soft as the dawn, or the pearls Caught in their laces; Lo, it was Celia laughed Silver afar; Here breathed a violet waft, There a cigar! Men who are fêted and fed, Folk who've come croppers, Men who fill lions with lead, Surbiton shoppers; Thus does the whirligig go Blithe as a bell; Soothly it seems that your show Runs rather well. Yet on this Monday you've more— How shall I term it?— @3Éclat@1 than ever before, Yes, I affirm it; Why so, I hardly can say, Saving 'tis that Dolly is up for the day, Getting a hat! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...DISASTER by CHARLES STUART CALVERLEY LAIS' MIRROR by DECIMUS MAGNUS AUSONIUS FRAGMENTS OF A POEM ON THE EXCELLENCE OF CHRISTIANITY by JAMES HAY BEATTIE PSALM 87 by OLD TESTAMENT BIBLE |