Arthur Symons

(28 February 1865 – 22 January 1945 / Milford Havens, Wales)

Behind The Scenes: Empire - Poem by Arthur Symons

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!

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Poem Submitted: Monday, April 12, 2010

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