“No water so still as the
Dead fountains of Versailles.” No swan,
With swart blind look askance
And gondoliering legs, so fine
As the chinz china one with fawn-
Brown eyes and toothed gold
Collar on to show whose bird it was.
Lodged in the Louis Fifteenth
Candelabrum-tree of cockscomb-
Tinted buttons, dahlias,
Sea-urchins, and everlastings,
It perches on the branching foam
Of polished sculptured
Flowers at ease and tall. The king is dead.