Enough Rope/Renunciation
Renunciation
CHLOE’S hair, no doubt, was brighter; Lydia’s mouth more sweetly sad;Hebe’s arms were rather whiter; Languorous-lidded Helen hadEyes more blue than e’er the sky wasLalage’s was subtler stuff;Still, you used to think that I was Fair enough.
Now you’re casting yearning glances At the pale Penelope;Cutting in on Claudia’s dances; Taking Iris out to tea.Iole you find warm-hearted; Zoë’s cheek is far from rough,—Don’t you think it’s time we parted? . . . Fair enough!