IN her little boudoir of most delicate hue,
With her prettiest chiffons of rose and of blue,
The rich, half-drawn curtains excluding the day,
In a soft demi-jour sits our fair Danae.
Her little white feet, in a riotous grief,
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Have kicked off the slippers and found some relief
In the impotent rage; while the listless peignoir
Hangs loose o'er the heart 't is its duty to bar.
And the tapering fingers have savagely torn
A rose where a wire replaces a thorn;
And the last invitation has found a sweet place
'Neath the dainty rose slipper, a time in disgrace.
The neat little clock where a French Cupid stands
With a gilded bow bent in his wee little hands,
Has ticked with a wicked, sardonical glee
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