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Strong sun, that bleach / The curtains of my room, can you not render
Colourless this dress I wear? - / This violent plaid / Of purple angers and red shames; the yellow stripe
Of thin but valid treacheries; the flashy green of kind deeds done / Through indolence, high judgments given in haste;
The recurring chccker of the serious breach of taste?
No more uncoloured than unmade, / I fear, can be this garment that I may not doff;
Confession does not strip it off, / To send me homeward eased and bare;
All through the formal, unoffending evening, under the clean / Bright hair, / Lining the subtle gown. it is not seen, / But it is there.