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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