T.S. Eliot
Mandarins II

Two ladies of uncertain age S
it by a window drinking tea
(No persiflage!)
With a**ured tranquillity  
A distant prospect of the sea.
The outlines delicate and hard
Of gowns that fall from neck and knee;
Grey and yellow patterns move
From the shoulder to the floor.  
By att**ude
It would seem that they approve
The abstract sunset (rich, not crude).

And while one lifts her hand to pour
You have the other raise
A thin translucent porcelain,
Murmurs a word of praise.