<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=386571" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Lady lorgnette</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">I </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Lady Lorgnette, of the lifted lash, <br> The curling lip and the dainty nose, <br>The shell-like ear where the jewels flash, <br> The arching brow and the languid pose, <br>The rare old lace and the subtle scents, <br> The slender foot and the fingers frail,-- <br>I may act till the world grows wild and tense, <br> But never a flush on your features pale. <br>The footlights glimmer between us two,-- <br> You in the box and I on the boards,-- <br>I am only an actor, Madame, to you, <br> A mimic king 'mid his mimic lords, <br>For you are the belle of the smartest set, <br> Lady Lorgnette. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">II </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Little Babette, with your eyes of jet, <br> Your midnight hair and your piquant chin, <br>Your lips whose odours of violet <br> Drive men to madness and saints to sin,-- <br>I see you over the footlights' glare <br> Down in the pit 'mid the common mob,-- <br>Your throat is burning, and brown, and bare, <br> You lean, and listen, and pulse, and throb; <br>The viols are dreaming between us two, <br> And my gilded crown is no make-believe, <br>I am more than an actor, dear, to you, <br> For you called me your king but yester eve, <br>And your heart is my golden coronet, <br> Little Babette.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Emily+Pauline+Johnson">Emily Pauline Johnson</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=386571" data-title="Lady lorgnette de Emily Pauline Johnson" data-description="I 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,..."></div> </div> </div>

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