Dancing Girls
Welcome once more, ye dancing forms
That do intoxicate my soul!
Your beauty is a magic bowl
Whose draught my weary spirit warms.
Forward and backward, round and round,
Like nymphs Arcadian on the lea;
Naught but the rhythmic dance I see,
I hear naught but the music's sound.
The music's sound, the rhythmic dance,
The happy faces flushed, the feet
Time keeping to the music's beat,
The lovely limbs, the tender glance!
O what more beautiful than this?
Than maidens in the mazy dance?
A draught it is that doth entrance
My soul: delight's elixir 'tis!
That do intoxicate my soul!
Your beauty is a magic bowl
Whose draught my weary spirit warms.
Forward and backward, round and round,
Like nymphs Arcadian on the lea;
Naught but the rhythmic dance I see,
I hear naught but the music's sound.
The music's sound, the rhythmic dance,
The happy faces flushed, the feet
Time keeping to the music's beat,
The lovely limbs, the tender glance!
O what more beautiful than this?
Than maidens in the mazy dance?
A draught it is that doth entrance
My soul: delight's elixir 'tis!
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