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23
IN THE SEASON
To Charles Kains-Jackson
Her insolent carriage shines down Rotten Row,
Her beauty shaded from the sun of June
Outblazes even the dazzling afternoon;
Her heart is hard and hot with triumph; though
Her eyelids droop too languid to bestow
A glance upon the crowd that drives or stands,
She feels the reins of conquest in her hands,
Exulting in the senses' overthrow.
Her beauty shaded from the sun of June
Outblazes even the dazzling afternoon;
Her heart is hard and hot with triumph; though
Her eyelids droop too languid to bestow
A glance upon the crowd that drives or stands,
She feels the reins of conquest in her hands,
Exulting in the senses' overthrow.
The champing horses bear her down the mile,
And as all eyes go after her a smile
Dawns and is gone upon the clear-cut face:
And as all eyes go after her a smile
Dawns and is gone upon the clear-cut face:
She leans back on the cushions to recall
The night's long list of dinner, theatre, ball,
In languors of premeditated grace.
The night's long list of dinner, theatre, ball,
In languors of premeditated grace.
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