Thanks to the Powers-That-Once-Were for all rouges
And powders, those blest cosmetic subterfuges
Which were her gloss upon the book of life;
And to Madam L. herself, whose heart
Was a hummingbird’s, and flew from art to art.

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This article originally appeared in The New Criterion, Volume 7 Number 9, on page 52
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