And the enormous lady on my right!
The lovely largeness thinks of silver sandals,
Pale marbles swallowed up in yellow rain,
Dear ruffians dicing long beneath blurred candles,
Romance and thunder and the Spanish Main.
But, as she pours each sparkling hope before me,
His ivory eyes unstopper just a chink,
And, low remarking “too much sweet might bore me!”
He slips a painted acid in the drink,
Which I must taste, intolerably bitter,