The Star and the Garter

XXI THEN let not memory shrink abashed, Once started on this giddy whirl! Hath not a lightning image flashed Of my divine boot-button girl ? She is a dainty acrobat, Tailor-made from tip to toe ; A tiniest coquettish hat, A laughing face alight, aglow With all the fun of life. She comes Often at morning, laughs aloud At the poor femme de ménage ; hums Some dancing tune, invades my cloud Of idle dreams, sits poised upon The couch, and with a gay embrace Cries out “ Hullo, my baby!” Shone Such nature in a holier face? We are a happy pair at least : Coffee and rolls are worth a feast, And laughing as she came she goes! The dainty little tuberose! 48