Aubrey Vincent Beardsley (Обри Винсент Бёрдсли)

The Three Musicians

Along the path that skirts the wood,
           The three musicians wend their way,
Pleased with their thoughts, each other’s mood,
           Franz Himmel’s latest roundelay,
The morning’s work, a new-found theme,
                        their breakfast and the summer day.

One’s a soprano, lightly frocked
           In cool, white muslin that just shows
Her brown silk stockings gaily clocked,
           Plump arms and elbows tipped with rose,
And frills of petticoats and things, and outlines
                        as the warm wind blows.

Beside her a slim, gracious boy
           Hastens to mend her tresses’ fall,
And dies her favour to enjoy,
           And dies for réclame and recall
At Paris and St. Petersburg, Vienna and St. James’s Hall.

The third’s a Polish Pianist
           With big engagements everywhere,
A light heart and an iron wrist,            
           And shocks and shoals of yellow hair,
And fingers that can trill on sixths and fill beginners with despair.

The three musicians stroll along
           And pluck the ears of ripened corn,
Break into odds and ends of song,
           And mock the woods with Siegfried’s horn,
And fill the air with Gluck, and fill the tweeded tourist’s soul with scorn.

The Polish genius lags behind,
           And, with some poppies in his hand,
Picks out the strings and wood and wind            
           Of an imaginary band,
Enchanted that for once his men obey
                         his beat and understand.

The charming cantatrice reclines
           And rests a moment where she sees
Her chateau’s roof that hotly shines
            Amid the dusky summer trees,
And fans herself, half shuts her eyes, and smoothes
                         the frock about her knees.

The gracious boy is at her feet,
           And weighs his courage with his chance;
His fears soon melt in noon-day heat.
           The tourist gives a furious glance,
Red as his guide-book grows, moves on,
                         and offers up a prayer for France.

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2. The Valiant
3. Lines Written in Uncertainty
4. The Ballad of a Barber
5. Dante in Exile

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