Et sabots durs aux chevaux...
Why are not women fair,
All, as Andromache—
Having, each one, most praisable
Ears, eyes, soul, skin, hair?
Good God! That all beasts should have
The tusks of the elephant,
Or be beautiful
As large, ferocious tigers are.
It is not so with women.
I wish they were all fair,
And walked in fine clothes,
With parasols, in the afternoon air.
The “parasol” concordance might lead us to think that this poem is addressed to Harriet Monroe of  Poetry – though this can only be conjecture. 

Peter Parasol