Beauty in uncharted places
Chastely waits the curtain-call,
Stillness beckons, hovers, flutters—
Pigeons gather, rise and fall.
Boucher charts the fragile theme,
In the room the tapers gleam—
Through the moonlight rapiers sing
Their song of brittle pain.
Courtiers plan the fete galante
Flutes invoke the smooth courante
Through weeping porcelain rain.
Sculptured sound engulfs the shadowed walls
Blossoming to starlit waterfalls—
Resolving, dies to still and polished shades.
The jewelled claws, the orchid-gilded cloaks applaud and
Turn the morning paper to the social page.