"No water so still as thedead fountains of Versailles." No swan,with swart blind look askanceand gondoliering legs, so fineas the chinz china one with fawn-brown eyes and toothed goldcollar on to show whose bird it was.
Lodged in the Louis Fifteenthcandelabrum-tree of cockscomb-tinted buttons, dahlias,sea-urchins, and everlastings,it perches on the branching foamof polished sculpturedflowers—at ease and tall.
The king is dead.
