Ladies of leisure, with their eyes on the back roads ---
  All looking for strangers, to whom they extend welcomes
  With a smile and a glimpse of pink knees and elbows;
  Of satin and velvet --- good ladies, good fortune.
  Ladies.
  They sing of their heroes: of solitary soldiers
  Invested in good health and manner most charming.
  Whose favors are numbered (none the less well intended)
  By hours in a minute; by those ladies who bless them.
  Ladies.