Beau monde`...of the morn...

Like
Beau monde`
Of the morn,
Whence Autumn mine
Drops with all Her glorious shine,
Her legs skywards
For a flight,
Her eyes deep enough to make with me a tie
Her arms stretched really wide,
me turns a long write...
Unwritten,

Like Beau monde`
Of the morn,
Whence Autumn mine
Drops with all Her splendid gait,
Her wings whitest,
Ready to be drenched by speck of light,
Her poetry of festivity draping world,
me feels how the dance calls...
Uncalled.

(Note: on a quadrille seen, like le beau monde`, conceived by Johann Strauss ii, in 1857)

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