Altering the syrens’ figures quite,
While the swells who unto them are mated
Are eclipsed from the beholders’ sight.
Wondrous fashions, manifold as wondrous,
Modern genius cuts its cloth into,
From the head-dress to the sandals under us,
From the “tile” unto the walking shoe.
And the costume-connoisseur, observant,
Sees alike in male or female dress,
More than is by wearer, him or her, meant.