She wields charm
In a setting of charm,
Gifts for illusion:
Tea-gown of geranium,
Spun gold hair; and mouth
A smiling red carnation.
Beyond white pillars
Of her portico
Hover the charming hills—
Deliquescent tints
Of lilac, mauve, and blue.
Fine air and bright sunlight
Lure to autumn-colored paths;
Her minute foot,
Caressed and dressed
With aromatic oil,
Pauses by a stone.
Hid within the irradiant copse
She succumbs to her illusion:
Her boyish escort
Possesses pointed ears,
Shaggy thighs, tell-tale tail—
A docile faun!
Will his perplexed, explorative arms
Meet surprise-a faun’s image revised?
And will her red laughing mouth
Murmur: “It is nothing-nothing-
Nothing at all!”?
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