Ella Wheeler Wilcox (Элла Уилкокс)
A Waft of Perfume
A waft of perfume from a bit of lace, Moved lightly by a passing woman's hand; And on the common street, a sensuous grace Shone suddenly from some lost time and land. Tall structures changed to dome and parapet; The stern faced Church an oracle became; In sheltered alcoves, marble busts were set; And on the wall, frail Lais wrote her name. Phryne before her judges stood at bay, Fearing the rigor of Athenian laws; Till Hyperides tore her cloak away And bade her splendid beauty plead its cause. Great Alexander walking in the dusk, Dreamed of the hour when Greek with Greek should meet; From Thais' window, attar breathed, and musk; His footsteps went no farther down the street. Faint and more faint, the pungent perfume grew; Of wall and parapet, remained no trace. Temple and statue vanished from the view The city street again was commonplace.
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