I DANCE and dance! Another faun, A black one, dances on the lawn. He moves with me, and when I lift My heels his feet directly shift: I can't out-dance him though I try; He dances nimbler than I. I toss my head, and so does he; What tricks he dares to play on me! I touch the ivy in my hair; Ivy he has and finger there. The spiteful thing to mock me so! I will outdance him! Ho, ho, ho! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ALL RELIGIONS ARE ONE by WILLIAM BLAKE TO A FRIEND by JOHN GARDINER CALKINS BRAINARD A RHYME by ALGERNON CHARLES SWINBURNE ODES: BOOK 1. ODE 1. PREFACE by MARK AKENSIDE NO SONGS IN WINTER by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH |