Eleanor Rogers Cox: To a Portrait of Whistler in the Brooklyn Art Museum

Updated September 23, 2019 | Infoplease Staff

To a Portrait of Whistler in the Brooklyn Art Museum

Eleanor Rogers Cox

What waspish whim of Fate
Was this that bade you here
Hold dim, unhonored state,
No single courtier near?
Is there, of all who pass,
No choice, discerning few
To poise the ribboned glass
And gaze enwrapt on you?
Sword-soul that from its sheath
Laughed leaping to the fray,
How calmly underneath
Goes Brooklyn on her way!
Quite heedless of that smile —
Half-devil and half-god,
Your quite unequalled style,
The airy heights you trod.
Ah, could you from earth's breast
Come back to take the air,
What matter here for jest
Most exquisite and rare!
But since you may not come,
Since silence holds you fast,
Since all your quips are dumb
And all your laughter past —
I give you mine instead,
And something with it too
That Brooklyn leaves unsaid —
The world's fine homage due.
Ah, Prince, you smile again —
"My faith, the court is small!"
I know, dear James — but then
It's I or none at all!
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