Here, alone, unknown, in the darkness, I watch you whirling above your shadow, Soft in saffron, with dark hair jeweled, And arms uplifted, Dancing alone in the hissing spotlight . . . You rise and fall on the wave of the music Narrowing eyes at the light that dazzles, Languidly smiling . . . Beautiful, now, are your cold white shoulders . . . If I were death, my hands might touch them; If I were death, my mouth might kiss you, Passionate dancer. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SHELLEY'S SKYLARK by THOMAS HARDY SONNET: THE EVENING STAR by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW THE DEATH OF LYON by HENRY PETERSON THE WINNING OF POMONA by WILLIAM ROSE BENET LOVE'S LIKENINGS by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT ZOPHIEL; OR THE BRIDE OF SEVEN: CANTO 3. PALACE OF THE GNOMES by MARIA GOWEN BROOKS OBSERVATIONS IN THE ART OF ENGLISH POESY: 25. ELEGIAC VERSE: THE EIGHTH EPIGRAM by THOMAS CAMPION |