She. YET womanhood you reverence, So you profess! He. With heart and soul She. Of which fact this is evidence! To help Art-study, -- for some dole Of certain wretched shillings, -- you Induce a woman -- virgin too -- To strip and stand stark-naked? He. True. She. Nor feel you so degrade her? He. What -- (Excuse the interruption) -- clings Half-savage-like around your hat? She. Ah, do they please you? Wild-bird-wings! Next season, -- Paris-prints assert, -- We must go feathered to the skirt: My modiste keeps on the alert. Owls, hawks, jays -- swallows most approve. He. Dare I speak plainly? She. Oh, I trust! He. Then, Lady Blanche, it less would move In heart and soul of me disgust Did you strip off those spoils you wear, And stand -- for thanks, not shillings -- bare To help Art like my Model there. She well knew what absolved her -- praise In me for God's surpassing good, Who granted to my reverent gaze A type of purest womanhood. You -- clothed with murder of his best Of harmless beings -- stand the test! What is it you know? She. That you jest! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE FLOWER BOAT by ROBERT FROST NEW YEAR'S EVE by DAVID IGNATOW JOY (1) by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON THE MAN WITH THE HOE OUTWITTED by EDWIN MARKHAM MONODY ON THE DEATH OF WILLIAM MARION REEDY by EDGAR LEE MASTERS |