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Bliss Carman, et al., eds. The World’s Best Poetry. 1904.

Poems of Home: II. For Children

The Dancers

Michael Field (Katherine Harris Bradley) (1846–1914)


I DANCE and dance! Another faun,

A black one, dances on the lawn.

He moves with me, and when I lift

My heels his feet directly shift:

I can’t outdance him though I try;

He dances nimbler than I.

I toss my head, and so does he;

What tricks he dares to play on me!

I touch the ivy in my hair;

Ivy he has and finger there.

The spiteful thing to mock me so!

I will outdance him! Ho, ho, ho!