Alas, not one of you quite fills the bill—
A life-size model for my Lady Jill.
Pardon, then, Magda, Gladys, Nancy, Florence,
Doris, Patricia, Mollie, Celandine,
Nor hold your erstwhile suitor in abhorrence
Because, from one, he takes eyes subtly green;
From other, hands a Sargent or a Lawrence
Had envied for his canvas; here, the sheen
Of gold hair, auburn-shot, in whose abundance,
What time Jill dreamed, young Cupids watched the sun dance;