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Emily Pauline Johnson (Эмили Полин Джонсон)

Lady Lorgnette


    Lady Lorgnette, of the lifted lash,
        The curling lip and the dainty nose,
    The shell-like ear where the jewels flash,
        The arching brow and the languid pose,
    The rare old lace and the subtle scents,
        The slender foot and the fingers frail, -
    I may act till the world grows wild and tense,
        But never a flush on your features pale.
    The footlights glimmer between us two, -
        You in the box and I on the boards, -
    I am only an actor, Madame, to you,
        A mimic king 'mid his mimic lords,
    For you are the belle of the smartest set,
             Lady Lorgnette.


    Little Babette, with your eyes of jet,
        Your midnight hair and your piquant chin,
    Your lips whose odours of violet
        Drive men to madness and saints to sin, -
    I see you over the footlights' glare
        Down in the pit 'mid the common mob, -
    Your throat is burning, and brown, and bare,
        You lean, and listen, and pulse, and throb;
    The viols are dreaming between us two,
        And my gilded crown is no make-believe,
    I am more than an actor, dear, to you,
        For you called me your king but yester eve,
    And your heart is my golden coronet,
             Little Babette.

Emily Pauline Johnson's other poems:
  1. The Vagabonds
  2. The King's Consort
  3. The Train Dogs
  4. The Trail to Lillooet
  5. Dawendine

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