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LYDIA AT THE SAVOY.
O my little Roman lady, with the fearless Roman air,
Freezing up the strange beholder with thy calm imperial stare,
Passing onward to thy carriage from the supper-table bright,
While the other lissome ladies feast so merrily by night!
Freezing up the strange beholder with thy calm imperial stare,
Passing onward to thy carriage from the supper-table bright,
While the other lissome ladies feast so merrily by night!
With a gleam of chilly jewels and a rustling silken train
Sweeping onward from the revel, full of delicate disdain,
Proud and virginal and chilly to thy pointed finger-tips,
Despite the splash of crimson on thy soft and scornful lips!
Sweeping onward from the revel, full of delicate disdain,
Proud and virginal and chilly to thy pointed finger-tips,
Despite the splash of crimson on thy soft and scornful lips!
But, my little Roman lady, how the gentle gods transform
Thy beauty in the chamber where the lights are dim and warm,
When thy sheath of silken splendour slips from nakedness divine,
And a laughing little lady holds her rosy mouth to mine!
Thy beauty in the chamber where the lights are dim and warm,
When thy sheath of silken splendour slips from nakedness divine,
And a laughing little lady holds her rosy mouth to mine!
O my little Roman lady! still remain as thou hast been,
For the garish world a vestal, but for me the Cyprian Queen!
Proud and virginal and chilly, till the Paphian charm is said,
And the Cupids and the Graces gather laughing round thy bed!
For the garish world a vestal, but for me the Cyprian Queen!
Proud and virginal and chilly, till the Paphian charm is said,
And the Cupids and the Graces gather laughing round thy bed!
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