WHIRLED in a shimmer of muslin, satin, lace,
They chatter, laugh, and smile; their
radiance glows,
And from their loveliness a fragrance blows
Which deifies each mystic girlish face.
Here’s more than magic 1 In every coy grimace,
A glove’s half-gesture, the tilting of a nose,
There lightens something from each dainty pose.
Some startled sweetness or elusive grace.
Observe them thus in splendour – yet they walk
No less in nakedness though pads complete
Their glittering, fluttering raiment – nearer gaze
Deep through their warm, white skin ; watch how they
stalk :
Stiff bones, automatons of what they eat –
Who live – and live but while their flesh decays.
(E J Rupert Atkinson)
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