Modern Love XXXVI: My Lady unto Madam

 My Lady unto Madam makes her bow.
 
The charm of women is, that even while 
You're probed by them for tears, you yet may smile, 
Nay, laugh outright, as I have done just now.
 
The interview was gracious: they anoint 
(To me aside) each other with fine praise: 
Discriminating compliments they raise, 
That hit with wondrous aim on the weak point: 
My Lady's nose of Nature might complain.
 
It is not fashioned aptly to express 
Her character of large-browed steadfastness.
 
But Madam says: Thereof she may be vain! 
Now, Madam's faulty feature is a glazed 
And inaccessible eye, that has soft fires, 
Wide gates, at love-time only.
 This admires 
My Lady.
 At the two I stand amazed.

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