GRAND'MÈRE LOOKS ON
Dieu! What a nimble shaft of girl,A graceful slender stem of girl:Tip-tilted head,—the breezes curlThe loosened golden hair.The young legs strong for dance,—And, as I live, a golden glanceShines through the silken hose;Pure gold you are from head to toes.Ah, whirl away, and one, two, three,—A rush, a silken swirl,A slide, a laugh, a whirl,—With all youth's beauty to entrance.Delicious length of girl,—My heartbeats ache my side,—The very ecstasy of youth laid bare—Because I know—Ah, well-a-day!Strong slender girl, make good, make gay,And through the joyous summers whirl,Delicious rippling breeze of girl.The swaying shoulders, shining headUptilted,—with the riant faceAnd the strong backward slideControlled with strenuous grace.
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