"Good Form demands that men should look half dead,
And women semi-frozen.
Yet Nature lives beneath these modish masks
Somewhere, sometimes, with energy that tasks
Caste's rigid rule to cozen.
"Pygmalion's prayer breathed life into the stone,
But see yon graceful girl, with straitened zone
And statuesque still bearing.
You'd say in her the marble must invade
The flesh, in so much loveliness arrayed,