In a dame's dressing-room.
And some were hung with daubs of green and blue,
As gaudy as a cheap Cremorne,
Where actors postured in the public view,
Some frantic, some forlorn.
One seemed all glare and gore—a stabbing hand,
A woman flopping with a groan;
An ill-drawn idiot trying to look grand,
Big-nosed, and high in bone.
One showed an ochre coast and emerald waves;