CHANTALAIN

New Zealand Herald, Volume LXXV, Issue 23181, 29 October 1938, Page 8 (Supplement)

CHANTALAIN

Chantalain is a seller of sunset shades, Most beautiful, most lovely of maids, Her hair is golden-red, flowing down Her back■ Her eyes—the greenest in Sunset Town. Lovely Chantalain is slim and tall With slender hands and white feet small Which peep from beneath her rainbow gown, As she walks the streets of Sunset Town. Oh, buy from Chantalain, the Sunset Maid. She'll sell you any sunset shade. " Will you choose rose or manderine, Sapphire blue, Champagne or vivid green? Orange—gold or Crimson Lake, Which shade will my lady take? My lady will take a little of each. Yes, Madam—'tis pretty that shade of peach. The price. Madam, did you inquire? Raise your love of Beauty higher. Yes, 'tis a strange price. Madam, 1 agree. But it is the one I ask you see. Yes, Madam, my sunset shades fade —in the But not in your memory—now Good-bye." "Adieu, fair mistress Chantalain, I will buy of you some day again. —lris Win Reeves stick should lose its power and let her fro falling . . . falling ... to the centre of some dark forest or to the bottom of a black pool, so she just drifted about the skies and dreamed. Sometimes at night she slipped down to the shadows of a garden and stayed there, very quietly, till it was tune for her to return to the Witchery. One night the Black and Grey "Witches seemed to be in a .tremendous hurry.