Cinderella
The
prince
leans
to
the
girl
in
scarlet
heels,
Her
green
eyes
slant,
hair
flaring
in
a
fan
Of
silver
as
the
rondo
slows;
now
reels
Begin
on
tilted
violins
to
span
The
whole
revolving
tall
glass
palace
hall
Where
guests
slide
gliding
into
light
like
wine;
Rose
candles
flicker
on
the
lilac
wall
Reflecting
in
a
million
flagons'
shine,
And
glided
couples
all
in
whirling
trance
Follow
holiday
revel
begun
long
since,
Until
near
twelve
the
strange
girl
all
at
once
Guilt-stricken
halts,
pales,
clings
to
the
prince
As
amid
the
hectic
music
and
cocktail
talk
She
hears
the
caustic
ticking
of
the
clock.