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A BALLET-DANCER
“You the dancer and I the dreamer”
A.S.
A.S.
She dances in the limelight with the throng
That circle, turn and turn again ablaze
With gold and purple in an endless maze,
As violin and trumpet-note prolong
The tune that maddens toward the close. Among
The mingled hues of costumes, the displays
Of varied tights and bodices, my gaze
Follows the face, the form for which I long.
That circle, turn and turn again ablaze
With gold and purple in an endless maze,
As violin and trumpet-note prolong
The tune that maddens toward the close. Among
The mingled hues of costumes, the displays
Of varied tights and bodices, my gaze
Follows the face, the form for which I long.
Sometimes she lifts to me her face's flower,
And then across the footlights and the crowd
I catch the smile that speaks to me aloud
With expectation of the blissful hour,
When she at length may sleep within mine arms
Free from the stage's toil and day's alarms!
And then across the footlights and the crowd
I catch the smile that speaks to me aloud
With expectation of the blissful hour,
When she at length may sleep within mine arms
Free from the stage's toil and day's alarms!
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