Whistler
(At the Metropolitan Museum)
BY MARGARET STEELE ANDERSON
So sharp the sword, so airy the defense!
As ’t were a play, or delicate pretense;
So fine and strange — so subtly-poised, too —
The egoist that looks forever through!
As ’t were a play, or delicate pretense;
So fine and strange — so subtly-poised, too —
The egoist that looks forever through!
That winged spirit. — air and grace and fire —
A-flutter at the frame, is your desire;
Nay, it is you — who never knew the net,
Exquisite, vain — whom we shall not forget!
A-flutter at the frame, is your desire;
Nay, it is you — who never knew the net,
Exquisite, vain — whom we shall not forget!