CAME the great Popinjay Smelling his nosegay: In cages like grots The birds sang gavottes. "Herodiade's flea Was named sweet Amanda, She danced like a lady From here to Uganda. Oh, what a dance was there! Long-haired, the candle Salome-like tossed her hair To a dance-tune by Handel" . . . Dance they still? Then came Courtier Death, Blew out the candle-flame With civet breath. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...PRESIDENT GARFIELD by GEORGE SANTAYANA A WINTER NIGHT by WILLIAM BARNES THE CONQUEROR'S GRAVE by WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT THE BOROUGH: LETTER 22. POOR OF THE BOROUGH. PETER GRIMES by GEORGE CRABBE CANZONET: TO HIS COY LOVE by MICHAEL DRAYTON CORONATION by HELEN MARIA HUNT FISKE JACKSON AN APRIL MORNING by WILLIAM WORDSWORTH |