The Messed Damozel

At the Cubist Exhibition The Messed Damozel leaned out From the gold cube of Heav'n; There were three cubes within her hands, And the cubes in her hair were seven; I looked, and looked, and looked, and looked-- I could not see her, even. Her robe, a cube from clasp top hem, Was moderately clear; Methought I saw two cubic eyes, When I had looked a year; But when I turned to tell the world, Those eyes did disappear! It was the rampart of some house That she was standing on; That much, at least, was plain to me As her I gazed upon; But even as I gazed, alas! The rampart, too, was gone! (I saw her smile!) Oh, no, I didn't, Though long my eyes did stare; The cubes closed down and shut her out; I wept in deep despair; But this I know, and know full well-- She simply wasn't there!