The prince leans to the girl in scarlet heels Her green eyes slant, hair flaring in a fan of silver as the rondo slows;now reels Begin on tilted violins to span The whole revolving tall glass palace hall Where guests slide gliding into light like wine Rose candles flicker on the lilac wall Reflecting in a million flagons' shine And glided couples all in whirling trance Follow holiday revel begun long since Until near twelve the strange girl all at once Guilt-stricken halts, pales, clings to the prince As amid the hectic music and cocktail talk She hears the caustic ticking of the clock......
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