Edith Wharton's Figurine

Edith wharton's lovely figurinesStill speak to me todayFrom their mantlepiece in timeWhere they wrestle and they playWith passions and with prudencesFinances and fearsHer face and what its worth to herIn the passing of the yearsSee the portrait come to lifeSee the vanity behindCause in the struggle for survivalLove is never blindNow, olivia lies under anasthesiaHer wit and wonder snuffedIn a routine operationHer own beauty not enough,Her passions and her prudencesFinances and fearsHer face, what it was worth to herIn the passing of the yearsSee the portrait come to lifeSee the vanity behindCause in the struggle for survivalLove is never blindEdith whartons lovely figurinesStill speak to me todayFrom their mantlepiece in timeWhere they wrestle and they playWe lie under anesthesiaOur wit and wonder snuffedIn our routine operationsOur own beauty not enough