The Green Parasol (After the painting by E. Phillips Fox) The nineteenth century still lingers on In summer 1912, a wicker chair A Brisbane girl in Paris c’est si bon The filtered sunlight tints her auburn hair And all is peaceful green, it bathes her face Her hands, her skin, the trees, the garden bed The creamy dress a shroud with verdant lace The flowers white and pink and poppy red She sits so calm, relaxed, untroubled there Upon her lap she strokes her little dog Her lustrous beauty shines through limpid air A sunlit joy before the yellow fog…