On a Female Rope-Dancer
Whilst in her prime and bloom of years,
Fair Celia trips the rope,
Alternately she moves our fears,
Alternately our hope.
But when she sinks, or rises higher,
Or graceful does advance,
We know not which we most admire,
The dancer, or the dance.
Fair Celia trips the rope,
Alternately she moves our fears,
Alternately our hope.
But when she sinks, or rises higher,
Or graceful does advance,
We know not which we most admire,
The dancer, or the dance.
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