Underneath My Stiffened Gown Is The Softness

Guarded Within The Old Red Wall's Embrace, Marshalled Like Soldiers In Gay Company, The Tulips Stand Arrayed. Here Infantry Wheels Out Into The Sunlight.

Moon! Moon! I Am Prone Before You. Pity Me,and Drench Me In Loneliness.

A Black Cat Among Roses, Phlox, Lilac-misted Under A Quarter Moon, The Sweet Smells Of Heliotrope And Night-scented Stock. The Garden Is Very Still. It Is Dazed With Moonlight, Contented With Perfume.

Love Is A Game-yes? I Think It Is A Drowning.

I Shall Go Up And Down In My Gown. Gorgeously Arrayed, Boned And Stayed.