Chinking fades the Fűrstian march, The Hostess flakes where footmen starch Their Daimlers, Dames, one's fate dementing Purpley snarl poo-pooed relenting... At suave first feet. Yet Sylvan forded passes Stilted buggers: duty still harasses But faint and fair, from waifs hence strays, Passes out her soul where time delays On cobbled rain-reflecting streets, Civility's exposed! a chill wind greets So she with peace descending's blown Toward the stone unbroken sanguine rowan In warming anonymity, ensconced. Shudder blades from scarves still ponced, For wanders on my Charlotte, ha, that night First, since last this profile left her sight A Charlotte thinks of me. AnodyneX