Modern Love VII: She Issues Radiant

 She issues radiant from her dressing-room, 
Like one prepared to scale an upper sphere: 
--By stirring up a lower, much I fear 
How deftly that oiled barber lays his bloom 
That long-shanked dapper Cupid with frisked curls 
Can make known women torturingly fair; 
The gold-eyed serpent dwelling in rich hair, 
Awakes beneath his magic whisks and twirls.
 
His art can take the eyes from out my head, 
Until I see with eyes of other men; 
While deeper knowledge crouches in its den, 
And sends a spark up:--is it true we are wed? 
Yea! filthiness of body is most vile, 
But faithlessness of heart I do hold worse.
 
The former, it were not so great a curse 
To read on the steel-mirror of her smile.

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