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Footlight Motifs

 

ANNA HELD
 
I shall not praise your Gallic ways,
 Nor say that you are sweet;
Nor even tell about the spell
 That brings me to your feet.

I shall devise about your eyes,
 Nor precious words nor choice;
I shall not print a single hint
 In honor of your voice.

I shall not sing of anything
 That makes me genuflect;
Nor grace nor air, nor face nor hair—
 In brief, in no respect.

I shall not praise the heldian ways.
 If you must know, forsooth—
Because that I detest a lie,
 And aim to print the truth.

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