Classic Poem

Rose Castles
Those bustles
Beneath parasols seen!
Fat blondine pearls
Rondine curls
Seem Bannerols sheen
The brave tartan
Waves' Spartan
Domes (Crystal Palaces)
Where like fallacies
Die the calices
Of the water-flowers green.
Said the Dean
To the Queen,
On the tartan wave seen:
‘Each chilly
White lily
Has her own crinoline,
And the seraphs recline
On divans divine
In a smooth seventh heaven of polished pitch-pine.’
Castellated,
Related
To castles the waves lean
Balmoral-like;
They quarrel, strike
(As round as a rondine)
With sharp towers
The water-flowers
And, floating between,
Each châtelaine
In the battle slain—
Laid low by the Ondine.