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Lady Lorgnette, of the lifted lash, The curling lip and the dainty nose, The shell-like ear where the jewels flash, The arching brow and the languid pose, The rare old lace and the subtle scents, The slender foot and the fingers frail,-- I may act till the world grows wild and tense, But never a flush on your features pale. The footlights glimmer between us two,-- You in the box and I on the boards,-- I am only an actor, Madame, to you, A mimic king 'mid his mimic lords, For you are the belle of the smartest set, Lady Lorgnette.