And her form is quite as good as the best, Intelligent? Yes - in a certain way; From an opera cloak to a robe de nuit Hats, basques, or bonnets,-'t will make you stare To see how fluent the lady can be. Her laugh is hardly a thing to please; 15 The lips as Cuma's cavern close, The cheeks with fast and sorrow thin, The rigid front, almost morose, But for the patient hope within, Declare a life whose course hath been Unsullied still, though still severe, Which, through the wavering days of sin, Kept itself icy-chaste and clear. |