Arthur Quiller-Couch, comp. The Oxford Book of Victorian Verse. 1922.
The Joys of ArtRachel Annand Taylor (18761960)
A
(A dreamer dark, the King)
Throws back her head like a wind-loved flower, and makes her cymbals ring
(O’er her lit eyes they ring);
As a fair white dancer strange of heart, and crown’d and shod with gold,
My soul exults before the Art, the magian Art of old.