High heels struggled with the long dresses,
So that, depending on the ground and the breeze,
Sometimes a flash of stockinged leg would tease—
Too briefly!—and we loved that game of guesses.
Sometimes too the sting of a jealous insect
Disturbed the necks of beauties under trees,
And sudden flashes of white nape would please
Our foolish eyes with this sweet, sly effect.
Evening fell—an ambiguous autumn light:
The beauties, dreamy, hanging on our arms,
Whispered words so subtly filled with charms,
That since that time, our souls still shake with fright.