Enough Rope/The Satin Dress
The Satin Dress
NEEDLE, needle, dip and dart,
Thrusting up and down,
Where’s the man could ease a heart
Like a satin gown?
Thrusting up and down,
Where’s the man could ease a heart
Like a satin gown?
See the stitches curve and crawl
Round the cunning seams—
Patterns thin and sweet and small
As a lady’s dreams.
Round the cunning seams—
Patterns thin and sweet and small
As a lady’s dreams.
Wantons go in bright brocades;
Brides in organdie;
Gingham’s for the plighted maid;
Satin’s for the free!
Brides in organdie;
Gingham’s for the plighted maid;
Satin’s for the free!
Wool’s to line a miser’s chest;
Crape’s to calm the old;
Velvet hides an empty breast;
Satin’s for the bold!
Crape’s to calm the old;
Velvet hides an empty breast;
Satin’s for the bold!
Lawn is for a bishop’s yoke;
Linen’s for a nun;
Satin is for wiser folk—
Would the dress were done!
Linen’s for a nun;
Satin is for wiser folk—
Would the dress were done!
Satin glows in candle-light—
Satin’s for the proud!
They will say who watch at night,
“What a fine shroud!”
Satin’s for the proud!
They will say who watch at night,
“What a fine shroud!”