The lover at the door of Pericles
O’Rourke, the father of bellissima,
The Lady Ethelberta. Lo, she sits
In her boudoir (the high-toned word for “room”),
Casting her soul in reverie o’er the trees,
While in Night’s cushion stars like pin-heads shine.
“I have bad news for you, my utmost own,”
Said Vivian in sad tones unto his love.
“Cusses and crocuses upon my luck!
And damns and daffodils on everything!”