I said that you should stint your wit,
But you were right to answer
That seldom could a beauty sit
When born to be a dancer.
You are richest when you scatter pearls,
When with an eagerness
More like a sea-gull’s than a girl’s,
You make your voyages.
Go on, and with your wealth amaze
And still the watcher. No man
When she’d be so, as Balzac says,
Should interrupt a woman.