"No water so still as the
                 dead fountains of Versailles." No swan,
               with swart blind look askance
               and gondoliering legs, so fine
                 as the chintz china one with fawn-
               brown eyes and toothed gold
               collar on to show whose bird it was.

               Lodged in the Louis Fifteenth
                 candelabrum-tree of cockscomb-
               tinted buttons, dahlias,
               sea-urchins, and everlastings,
                 it perches on the branching foam
               of polished sculptured
               flowers--at ease and tall. The king is dead.