But, the dancing - ah! parlez-moi, Dolly, de ça - There, indeed, is a treat that charms all but Papa. Such beauty such grace- oh ye sylphs of romance! Fly, fly to Titania, and ask her if she has One light- footed nymph in her train that can dance Like divine Bigottini and sweet Fann Bias! Fanny Bias in Flora - dear creature you'd swear, When her delicate feet in the dance twinkle round, That her steps are of light, that her home is the air, And she only par complaisance touches the ground. And when Bigottini in Psyche dishevels Her black flowing hair, and by daemons is driven, Oh! Who does not envy those rude little devils, That hold her and hug her, and keep her from heaven? Then, the music -so softly its cadences die, So divinely Oh Dolly! between you and I, It's a-well for my peace that there's nobody nigh To make love to me then you've a soul and can judge What a crisis ' twould be for your friend Biddy Fudge. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE LATEST DECALOGUE by ARTHUR HUGH CLOUGH DOUGLAS, DOUGLAS, TENDER AND TRUE by DINAH MARIA MULOCK CRAIK THE BELLS OF HEAVEN by RALPH HODGSON THE FLOWER-GATHERERS by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN THE COMING HUNS by VALERY YAKOVLEVICH BRYUSOV |