She Turns the Dolls' Faces to the Wall
Because to-day is some religious festivalThey had a priest say Mass, and even the Japanese,Heel up and weight on toe, must face the wall—Pedant in passion, learned in old courtesies,Vehement and witty she had seemed—; the Venetian ladyWho had seemed to glide to some intrigue in her red shoes,Her domino, her panniered skirt copied from Longhi;The meditative critic; all are on their toes,Even our Beauty with her Turkish trousers on.Because the priest must have like every dog his dayOr keep us all awake with baying at the moon,We and our dolls being but the world were best away.
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