The little painted angels flit, See, down the narrow staircase, where The pink legs flicker over it! Blonde, and bewigged, and winged with gold, The shining creatures of the air Troop sadly, shivering with cold. The gusty gaslight shoots a thin Sharp finger over cheeks and nose Rouged to the colour of the rose. All wigs and paint, they hurry in: Then, let their radiant moment be The footlights' immortality! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE EXAMPLE by WILLIAM HENRY DAVIES COLUMBIAN ODE by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR THE CONGO by NICHOLAS VACHEL LINDSAY THE WITCH IN THE GLASS by SARAH MORGAN BRYAN PIATT MISPLACED SYMPATHY by CHARLES FOLLEN ADAMS THIS FLESH by KENNETH SLADE ALLING |