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V
LES DEMOISELLES DE SAUVE
TO S. A. S. ALICE, PRINCESSE DE MONACO
Beautiful ladies through the orchard pass;
Bend under crutched-up branches, forked and low;
Trailing their samet palls o'er dewdrenched grass.
Bend under crutched-up branches, forked and low;
Trailing their samet palls o'er dewdrenched grass.
Pale blossoms, looking on proud facqueline,
Blush to the colour of her finger tips,
And rosy knuckles, laced with yellow lace.
Blush to the colour of her finger tips,
And rosy knuckles, laced with yellow lace.
High-crested Berthe discerns, with slant, clinched eyes,
Amid the leaves pink faces of the skies;
She locks her plaintive hands Sainte-Margot-wise.
Amid the leaves pink faces of the skies;
She locks her plaintive hands Sainte-Margot-wise.
Ysabeau follows last, with languorous pace;
Presses, voluptuous, to her bursting lips,
With backward stoop, a bunch of eglantine.
Presses, voluptuous, to her bursting lips,
With backward stoop, a bunch of eglantine.
Courtly ladies through the orchard pass;
Bow low, as in lords' halls; and springtime grass
Tangles a snare to catch the tapering toe.
Bow low, as in lords' halls; and springtime grass
Tangles a snare to catch the tapering toe.
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