My bands of silk and miniver  
 Momently grew heavier;  
 The black gauze was beggarly thin;  
 The ermine muffled mouth and chin;  
 I could not suck the moonlight in. 
  
 Harlequin in lozenges  
 Of love and hate, I walked in these  
 Striped and ragged rigmaroles;  
 Along the pavement my footsoles  
 Trod warily on living coals.