Bal Saturnien
IWATCHED the dancers as they twirledAround the candelabra’d room,And ladies, diamonded, pearled,Danced to the big brass jazz-band’s boom.Rustles of skirts, perfumes that pass,Faces aglow and eyes that beam;Floors lucid as a looking-glass,Lips glossy, puffed with crimson cream.And I am sad, I know not whyWith this illusive merriment;Candles that flicker out and die,Lilies that wither—youth that’s spent.
IWATCHED the dancers as they twirledAround the candelabra’d room,And ladies, diamonded, pearled,Danced to the big brass jazz-band’s boom.Rustles of skirts, perfumes that pass,Faces aglow and eyes that beam;Floors lucid as a looking-glass,Lips glossy, puffed with crimson cream.And I am sad, I know not whyWith this illusive merriment;Candles that flicker out and die,Lilies that wither—youth that’s spent.
IWATCHED the dancers as they twirledAround the candelabra’d room,And ladies, diamonded, pearled,Danced to the big brass jazz-band’s boom.
IWATCHED the dancers as they twirled
Around the candelabra’d room,
And ladies, diamonded, pearled,
Danced to the big brass jazz-band’s boom.
Rustles of skirts, perfumes that pass,Faces aglow and eyes that beam;Floors lucid as a looking-glass,Lips glossy, puffed with crimson cream.
Rustles of skirts, perfumes that pass,
Faces aglow and eyes that beam;
Floors lucid as a looking-glass,
Lips glossy, puffed with crimson cream.
And I am sad, I know not whyWith this illusive merriment;Candles that flicker out and die,Lilies that wither—youth that’s spent.
And I am sad, I know not why
With this illusive merriment;
Candles that flicker out and die,
Lilies that wither—youth that’s spent.