MAQUILLAGE.THE charm of rouge on fragile cheeks,Pearl-powder, and, about the eyes,The dark and lustrous Eastern dyes;The floating odour that bespeaksA scented boudoir and the doubtful nightOf alcoves curtained close against the lightGracile and creamy white and rose,Complexioned like the flower of dawn,Her fleeting colours are as thoseThat, from an April sky withdrawn,Fade in a fragrant mist of tears awayWhen weeping noon leads on the altered day.
THE charm of rouge on fragile cheeks,Pearl-powder, and, about the eyes,The dark and lustrous Eastern dyes;The floating odour that bespeaksA scented boudoir and the doubtful nightOf alcoves curtained close against the light
Gracile and creamy white and rose,Complexioned like the flower of dawn,Her fleeting colours are as thoseThat, from an April sky withdrawn,Fade in a fragrant mist of tears awayWhen weeping noon leads on the altered day.