A JAPANESE BELLE.
"This tiny Japanese lady, whom you left, as you thought, on the lid of the glove-box at home."—Sir Edwin Arnold, in Daily Telegraph.
Edwin Arnold, Knight and Poet, vividly descriptive man,
I'm in love, and you must know it, with your belle in far Japan.
Her kimono looks so telling with sleeve swaying in the wind,
And the amber obi swelling into satin bows behind.
Though her charming little nose is, you confess, a trifle flat,
When the lips are red as roses, who would stop to think of that?
Sunny smiles so sweet and simple, scornful cynic soul might win,
While a most bewitching dimple guards the fascinating chin.
Teeth the purest pearl outshining, shell-pink nails, and she will wear
Just one red camellia twining in her ebon wealth of hair.
Jet looks grey beside her tresses blacker than the murk midnight,
While the little hand that presses each coquettish curl shines white.
She is quite an avis rara, but her lips for me were dumb,
Though she murmured, "Sayonara," and again should bid me come.