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OLD MAID'S REVERIE, by                    
First Line: I'm tired of mirthless mirrors and their hostile heresies
Last Line: As one who missed the rubrics in the litanies of youth.
Subject(s): Spinsters; Old Maids


I'M tired of mirthless mirrors and their hostile heresies,
Of musing in a mansion hung with mildewed memories;

Of the silence of the stairways, of the statuary wan,
Of the alabaster angel riding on the fountain swan;

I'm irked by isolation and the lawns kept so and so—
I'd trade an old maid's theories for a rood of Soap Suds Row;

For the sunflowers and the shanties where the shadows sit at ease,
For the horde of baby banshees and the swing-scarred apple-trees;

Therefore methinks I'll venture to a disarrayed domain,
And shoonless dance the saraband in some assuaging lane.

No sandals wrought in Sybaris, or girdle bossed with gold,
But beauty in a barefoot mood, revising edicts old.

There cupids turn the calendars to Michael Angelo,
The goya needs no gabardine, the rose no kimono;

And I, a maiden mendicant may ask an alms, forsooth,
As one who missed the rubrics in the litanies of youth.





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