CHRYSANTHEMUMS 



ing maidens, of fleeing nymphs, of pas- 

 sionate bacchantes, of swooning sirens, 

 of cold virgins, of frolicsome children, 

 whom angels, mothers, fauns, lovers, 

 have caressed with their calm or quiv- 

 ering hands. And then here, pellmell, 

 are the monsters that cannot be classed : 

 hedgehogs, spiders, curly endives, pine- 

 apples, pompons, Tudor roses, shells, 

 vapours, breaths, stalaftites of ice and 

 falling snow, a throbbing hail of sparks, 

 wings, flashes, fluffy, pulpy, fleshy 

 things, wattles, bristles, funeral pilesand 

 sky-rockets, bursts of light, a stream 

 of fire and sulphur. 



