With a Fan From Rimmel’s.
Go, happy Fan, in all the land
The happiest... seek my lady’s hand,
And, swinging at her winsome waist,
Forget for aye, so greatly graced,
The House of Odours in the Strand.
Ivory, with lilac silk outspanned,
With ruffling black sedately grand,
With bloom of eglantine o’ertraced,
Go, happy Fan.
Her kindly heart will understand,
Her gentle eyes will grow more bland
At sight of you. Away in haste,
Dear New Year’s gift! Such perfect taste
As yours her praises may command...
Go, happy Fan!
W. E. Henley.