THE TONE OF VOICE.
It is not so much what you say,
As the manner in which you say it;
It is not so much the language you use,
As the tones in which you convey it.
W
1993
PALACE AND SWEATSHOP.
A lady sits in her boudoir
Languid with leisure's disease,
World-weary and worn with ennui—
Society fails to please;
She craves fresh scenes more alluring
But where is anything new?
She's tired of luxury's gilding,
Weary of nothing to do.
Her life seems empty and useless,
A played out, frivolous game,
Where fawning counterfeits friendship
And love is only a name;
Heart-sick she sulks in seclusion
And scans in mental review,
Her social realm and the follies
She knows are weak and untrue.