|From her dim arbor
Twilight soft mantling
The dusky trees,
And scents acanthus, spiced, and rose,
The little breeze
Flings thru the garden close.
And thru the pearly dusk draws nigh
A milk-white peacock
With its wailing cry___
The ghost of some frail long-dead queen
Tryst-keeping in this garden green.
__Louisa Cooke Don-Carlos
Dear Things And Queer Things
Louisa Cooke Doc-Carlos
(Lawrence, Kansas: The World Company. 1934)