The little painted angels flit,
See, down the narrow staircase, where
The pink legs flicker over it!
Blonde, and bewigged, and winged with gold,
The shining creatures of the air
Troop sadly, shivering with cold.
The gusty gaslight shoots a thin
Sharp finger over cheeks and nose
Rouged to the colour of the rose.
All wigs and paint, they hurry in:
Then, bid their radiant moment be
The footlights' immortality!
Behind The Scenes: Empire
Arthur Symons
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Poem topics: pink, rose, moment, narrow, finger, cold, sharp, gold, colour, shining, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
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