Rosalie Bonheur, of the Van Marcke touch

Rosalie Bonheur, of the Van Marcke touch,
Could never paint too often nor too much
To please the traders of the busy mart
Who deal in names but never deal in art.
Her " soulful" goats of grim, metallic hue,
On giddy mountain-tops of Reckitt's blue,
Still charm the crowd as when, in other days,
De Goncourt gave her of his painful praise.
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