Carved marble face, enraptured secret smile, In the cool foyer, silent and alone, Outside the opera's passion-laden zone, Unguarded yet untouched by what is vile; Camargo, dancer, mistress of each wile That pleased a vicious court, was thy breast stone, When arms of laughing youths, wove thee a throne, Scornful of pleasure who could kings beguile? Inscrutable, fertile in joy, benign, Compassionate of lower human need, With lithe, ecstatic steps engendering life; Like nature pouring a seductive wine, Patient with sense, and folly's ignorant greed, Knowing the soul is born in sensual strife. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...UNDER THE WATERFALL by THOMAS HARDY PEARLS OF THE FAITH: 19. AL-FATTA'H by EDWIN ARNOLD LEAVES A-VALLEN by WILLIAM BARNES SHEEPBELLS by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN MAXIMS FOR THE OLD HOUSE: THE THRESHOLD by ANNA HEMPSTEAD BRANCH THE OL' COW HAWSE by EARL ALONZO BRININSTOOL |