AU SALON
by: Laurence Hope (1865-1904)
- SKY intensely
blue, a low white wall
Against it heaps of up-blown yellow sand.
A sleeping figure, holding in her hand
Some scarlett cactus blossom; that was all.
And yet so mellowly the sunbeams fell,
Upon the sun burnt limbs, such subtle play
Of rosy light and tender shadow lay
Upon the upturned face, that all could tell,
An artist painted with a poet's eyes;
And warmly an enthusiastic glow
Ran through the groups that critisised below.
While one, who gazed with pleasure and surprise
Said, and I do not think he said amiss:
"He was her lover, when he painted this!"
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