Alack! How my worn pulses thrillTo youth a-brim with ecstasy,And laughters all my senses fill.The pagan nymphs and fauns trapse by,A-limping in your steps, O girl!Whirl on, nor pause nor lookIf peeping Pan be there forsooth!A maddened Plan he is in truth,Weak kneed and bandy legged.Whirlon! Whirlon! Long may you whirl,Ecstatic shaft of girl,A one, two, three, the poising toe,The slide, the pause, the whirl,—Your gray eyes glistening sweet.Long may you dance on fleeting feet,Delicious length of girl.
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