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Harriet Monroe, ed. (1860–1936). The New Poetry: An Anthology. 1917.

At Versailles

Elizabeth Coatsworth

From “Cockle Shells”

I HAVE watched the hours pass along the walks of Versailles

Among the drifting autumn leaves:

Madame Four-O’Clock a tumble of silken skirts and smiles,

On a donkey her lover lured forward with brown southern pears.

Madame Five-O’Clock, pouting among the petunias;

Flower-face, flower-hands, flower-breasts barely sheathed in her bodice.

Madame Six-O’Clock languishing by a balustrade,

Her thin yellow hand on the head of a black page.

And Madame Seven, a white shadow among the tree-trunks,

As still and as arch as the statues upon their pedestals.