Picture Show (Sassoon collection)/Fancy Dress
FANCY DRESS
Some Brave, awake in you to-night,Knocked at your heart: an eagle's flightStirred in the feather on your head.Your wide-set Indian eyes, alightAbove high cheek-bones smeared with red,Unveiled cragg'd centuries, and ledYou, the snared wraith of bygone things—Wild ancestries of trackless Kings—Out of the past....So men have feltStrange anger move them as they kneltPraying to gods serenely starredIn heavens where tomahawks are barred.