 | [Poems by Moody in] William Vaughn Moody : A Study by David Dodds Henry |  |
APPLAUSE
Under the chandelier's blazeSee how they listen and gaze.
Listen, their eyes growing tender,
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My music spreads in their skies
Flushes and sparkles and dies.
I, who have wrought them the wonder,
What do I care for their cries,
Plaudits, and loud-clapping thunder?
All that I care for is yonder:
A strip of brow in the dotted maze,
One loosened strand cutting through it, and under,
Blown by a rapture of gladness asunder,
Thrilling me through with an exquisite praise,
Her two eyes.
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