Through Gilded Trellises

Through gilded trellises
Of the heat, Dolores
Inez, Manuccia
Isabel, Lucia
Mock Time that flies
"Lovely bird, will you stay and sing
Flirting your sheened wing,-
Peck with your beak, and cling
To our balconies?"
They flirt their fans, flaunting
"O silence enchanting
As music!" Then slanting
Their eyes
Like gilded or emerald grapes
They make mantillas, capes
Hiding their simian shapes
Sighes
Each lady, "Our spadille
Is done."...Dance the quadrille
From Hell's towers to Seville;
Surprise
Their siesta," Dolores
Said. Through gilded trellises
Of the heat, spangles
Pelt down through the tangles
Of bell flowers; each dangles
Her castanets, shutters
Fall while the heat mutters
With sounds like a mandoline
Or tinkled tambourine...
Ladies, Time dies!