Chloe’s hair, no doubt, was brighter;
Hebe’s arms were rather whiter;Languorous-lidded Helen hadEyes more blue than e’er the sky was;Lalage’s was subtler stuff;Still, you used to think that I wasFair enough.Now you’re casting yearning glancesAt the pale Penelope;Cutting in on Claudia’s dances;Taking Iris out to tea.Iole you find warm-hearted;Zoe’s cheek is far from rough-Don’t you think it’s time we parted? ….