Leaping in front, I saw with wonder new
The sexless thing in brown.
Meseemed that, as I gazed, my vision changed:
The loose-girt ladies on the pictured wall
I saw no more; but, fancy led, I ranged
The fair in Albert Hall.
The hothouse blossoms of a sunless year,
And quaintest crewels, wrought in grays and greens,
Adorned the stalls—extravagantly dear,
For they were sold by queens.