Edith Wharton's Figurines

Edith Wharton's lovely figurines
Still speak to me today
From their mantle piece in time
Where they wrestle and they play

With passions and with prudences
Finances and fears
Her face and what it's worth to her
In the passing of the years

See the portrait come to life
See the vanity behind
Cause in the struggle for survival
Love is never blind

Now, Olivia lies under anaesthesia
Her wit and wonder snuffed
In a routine operation
Her own beauty not enough

Her passions and her prudences
Finances and fears
Her face, what it's worth to her
In the passing of the years

See the portrait come to life
See the vanity behind
Cause in the struggle for survival
Love is never blind

Edith Wharton's lovely figurines
Still speak to me today
From their mantle piece in time
Where they wrestle and they play

We lie under anaesthesia
Our wit and wonder snuffed
In our routine operations
Our own beauty not enough