Roses and vaporous blue;
Hark to the dainty frou-frou!
Picture above, if you can,
Eyes that could melt as the dew,
This was the Pompadour’s fan.
See how they rise at the sight,
Thronging the Œil de Bœuf through.
Courtiers as butterflies bright.
Beauties that Fragonard drew,
Talon-rouge, falbala, queue,