Blue-eyed and bright of face but waning
Into the sere of virginal decay,
I view her as she enters, day by day,
As a sweet sunset almost overpast.
Kindly and calm, patrician to the last,
Superbly falls her gown of sober gray,
And on her chignon's elegant
The plainest cap is somehow touched with caste.
She talks
EN; frowns
At
AC'S name, sighs it at 'poor
GE
ND'S';
Knows that she has exceeding pretty hands;
Speaks Latin with a right accentuation;
And gives at need (as one who understands)Draught, counsel, diagnosis, exhortation.
