A Ballade of the Bald.

Evening Star, Issue 7337, 8 October 1887, Page 1 (Supplement)

A Ballade of the Bald.

(Distressfully Dedicated to Dii Jackson.) " The coming raoo is to be entirely bald."—Dr Jackson, reported in the 'Standard.' Hymn not Ulysses's hyacintho head, Nor Phoebus, crisp as his Castalian springs; The curl is destined shortly to hi dead, And fade in Limbo with forgotten things. The locks that wave in dußk or golden rings Pithecine are, and from the savage bred. Seek not Mycoena wigs, Rosetti red, Kor train, Netera, with the steel that clings Those ivied tresses artfully o'eished. The fair to be will such meanderings Disdain; nor will the cvirled the curly wed, When lucent baldness shall bo praised of kings. When all unmaßked of baser coverings, To pure magnificence transfigured Appears the cranium, when the minstrel uiugs Bald of the Bald, aud not of" Balder Dead," When barbers, curls, and crisping-pins have fled, And fade in Limbo with forgotten things. L'Envoi. Wise is the belle, the dandy wise, who flings Luxuriance off, and baldness hopes instead, Who leaves to Limbo its forgotten things, And treasures tresßes only of the dead.