Of tennis and dances and drums in
"That Eden for Eves"—did you say?
Apt phrase! Nothing masculine comes in
Our Mediterranean way.
And "Esterel's amethyst ranges
Of gossamer shapes"—and the rest.
Good gracious, how scenery changes!
They too have a cold on their chest.
At "delicate lungs," dear, and so on
No more for this climate I'll play,