Gladstone was still respected, <br />When John Ruskin produced <br />'King's Treasuries'; Swinburne <br />And Rossetti still abused. <br /> <br />Foetid Buchanan lifted up his voice <br />When that faun's head of hers <br />Became a pastime for <br />Painters and adulterers. <br /> <br />The Burne-Jones cartons <br />Have preserved her eyes; <br />Still, at the Tate, they teach <br />Cophetua to rhapsodize; <br /> <br />Thin like brook-water, <br />With a vacant gaze. <br />The English Rubaiyat was still-born <br />In those days. <br /> <br />The thin, clear gaze, the same <br />Still darts out faun-like from the half-ruin'd face, <br />Questing and passive. . . . <br />;Ah, poor Jenny's case' . . . <br /> <br />Bewildered that a world <br />Shows no surprise <br />At her last maquero's <br />Adulteries.<br /><br />Ezra Pound<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/yeux-glauques/
