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Arthur Henry Adams - Bond StreetArthur Henry Adams - Bond Street
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Its glittering emptiness it brings This little lane of useless things. Here peering envy arm in arm With ennui takes her saunterings. Here fretful boredom, to appease The nagging of her long disease, Comes day by day to dabble in This foamy sea of fripperies. The languid women driven through Their wearied lives, and in their view, Patient about the bakers` shops, The languid children, two and two! The champing horses standing still, Whose veins with life`s impatience thrill; And dead beside the carriage door The footman, masked and immobile! And bloated pugs those epicures Of darkened boudoirs . . . and of sewers Lolling high on their cushioned thrones Blink feebly on their dainty wooers! And in the blossoming window-shows Each month another summer glows; They pay the price of human souls To rear one rich and sickly rose. And a suave carven god of jade, By some enthralled old Asian made, With that thin scorn still on his lips, Waits, in a window-front displayed: The hurrying, streaming crowds he sees. With the same smile he watches these As from his temple-dusk he saw The passing of the centuries!
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