English poem
Whistler.
by Margaret Steele Anderson (1867–1921)
(At the Exhibit in the Metropolitan Museum, March, 1910.) So sharp the sword, so airy the defence! As 'twere a play, or delicate pretence! So fine and strange, so subtly poised, too The egoist, that looks forever through! That little spirit, air and grace and fire, A-flutter at your frame, is your desire; No, it is you, who never knew the net. Exquisite, vain, whom we shall not forget!