Resounded from the dawning to the dark
In a Rolls-Royceless, Peter Panless Park:
One who attained the pig-tail’s ribboned dowry,
And helped to pass a Kipling tambourine,
When first from lands of wattle, maple, Maori,
Men came at summons of a dying Queen:
One who, at Auteuil, Dresden, and Rathgowrie,
Acquired that polish reft of which, I ween,
It is not possible for our Dianas
To emulate a modern grande dame’s manners: