Down stucco sidestreets,
Where light is
And afternoon
Brings lights on in
Above race-guides and rosaries,
A funeral passes.
The hearse is ahead,
But after there followsA troop of
In wide flowered hats,
Leg-of-mutton sleeves,
And ankle-length dresses.
There is an air of great friendliness,
As if they were
One they were fond of;
Some caper a few steps,
Skirts held skilfully(Someone claps time),
And of great sadness also.
As they wend awayA voice is heard
Of Kitty, or Katy,
As if the name meant
All love, all beauty.
