OF A LADY

Ladies' Mirror, Volume 3, Issue 2, 1 August 1924, Page 14

OF A LADY

A POEM by LADY WILSON

'Her house is nearly in the town. Yet lilac branches shade her door: Her tea is always on the board At half-past four. Her fireside has a friendly look: There’s something happy in the air; \ Her cream is such you rarely now Meet anywhere. I like her eyes, 1 like her hair, 1 like that pretty, simple dress {'Paris, and cost five hundred francs. No penny less). Pardon my inconsiderate words; I should not write on themes like ! these. ; {Her shoes arc neat; you’d never think They're No. 3’s.) She likes this shady corner best, The rosy lamp, the Dresden set, A friend or two, perhaps, a waft \ Of mignonette. \ And someone touches in the gloom The harp’s mysterious wailing strings And thoughts that never spoke in words Take music’s wings. Dear friend, though tired and far away. I still can seek your door in Spain, Sit still beside your fire and drink I That tea again!