 | May Fair |  |
Around the fainting beauty glows
The boudoir silk, couleur de rose;
For, ladies' faces freshly made
By instinct cultivate the shade.
All belles of ton, 'twixt you and I,
Of noonday suns are somewhat shy—
Perhaps in pity to mankind,
Lest too much radiance strike you blind;
Perhaps because two suns together
Might make it rather sultry weather;
Perhaps because their brighter face
Might show Apollo's in disgrace;
Perhaps because the last night's rouge
Has left its blessing in gambouge.
The boudoir silk, couleur de rose;
For, ladies' faces freshly made
By instinct cultivate the shade.
All belles of ton, 'twixt you and I,
Of noonday suns are somewhat shy—
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Lest too much radiance strike you blind;
Perhaps because two suns together
Might make it rather sultry weather;
Perhaps because their brighter face
Might show Apollo's in disgrace;
Perhaps because the last night's rouge
Has left its blessing in gambouge.
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