Pre Rapahelite hues galore!
Do we see the brushstrokes of Millais,
or for more, was it Dante Gabriel
Rosetti,
Who depicted an amber haired, ivory skin
Lass in dress of azure and Blood rose red;
Her lips blazon crimson against her
white alabaster pallor
(O shades of the Saint James’ Infirmary)
My personal Ophelia was not ‘clept so,
I’m reminded that this Chevy Chase aesthetic child,
Recalled a Robert Herrick verse so mild.
“Amas amo I love he so, as
Cedar tall and slender’-{merely a paraphrase}
And now they’ve even slain my gingko.
The muse who lifted my troubled adolescense
To glorious new plateaus of delusion
May live yet, but my further knowledge of her
Willowy laugh and dancing self
Has been put away on some far inaccessible
Cosmic shelf.
As they still mumble joyfully
in New Orleans, the land that Care has lef” behind,
The monkey, dear friends, has spoke his mind!