Here you will find thePoemBehind The Scenes: Empireof poet Arthur Symons
The little painted angels flit, See, down the narrow staircase, where The pink legs flicker over it! Blonde, and bewigged, and winged with gold, The shining creatures of the air Troop sadly, shivering with cold. The gusty gaslight shoots a thin Sharp finger over cheeks and nose Rouged to the colour of the rose. All wigs and paint, they hurry in: Then, bid their radiant moment be The footlights' immortality!
