As Mr. Whistler’s ladies are.
But now at last you sue in vain,
For here a life’s submission ends:
Not even for you will I grow plain
As Aubrey Beardsley’s “lady friends.”
Here I renounce your hand—unless
You find your Art-ideal elsewhere;
I will not wear the kind of dress
That Laurence Housman’s people wear!
E. Nesbit.