Edmund Clarence Stedman, ed. (1833–1908). An American Anthology, 1787–1900. 1900.
By Frances SargentOsgood274 A Dancing Girl
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And but for those large, eloquent eyes,
Where passion speaks in every glance,
She ’d seem a wanderer from the skies.
Lest the celestial dream should go,
You ’d think the music in the air
Waved the fair vision to and fro!
Within the radiant creature played,
And those soft wreathing arms of snow
And white sylph feet the music made.
Her eyes beneath their lashes lost,
Now motionless, with lifted face,
And small hands on her bosom crossed.
Her whole bright figure raised in air,
As if her soul had spread its wings
And poised her one wild instant there!
With language are her glance and smile,
That, when the curtain fell, I thought
She had been talking all the while.