Poems (Piatt)/Volume 1/The Fancy Ball
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DRAMATIC PERSONS AND MOODS.
THE FANCY BALL.
As Morning you 'd have me rise
On that shining world of art;
You forget: I have too much dark in my eyes—
And too much dark in my heart.
On that shining world of art;
You forget: I have too much dark in my eyes—
And too much dark in my heart.
"Then go as the Night—in June:
Pass, dreamily, by the crowd,
With jewels to mock the stars and moon,
And shadowy robes like cloud.
Pass, dreamily, by the crowd,
With jewels to mock the stars and moon,
And shadowy robes like cloud.
"Or as Spring, with a spray in your hair
Of blossoms a8 yet unblown;
It will suit you well, for our youth should wear
The bloom in the bud alone.
Of blossoms a8 yet unblown;
It will suit you well, for our youth should wear
The bloom in the bud alone.
"Or drift from the outer gloom
With the soft white silence of Snow:"
I should melt myself with the warm, close room—
Or my own life's burning. No.
With the soft white silence of Snow:"
I should melt myself with the warm, close room—
Or my own life's burning. No.
"Then fly through the glitter and mirth
As a Bird of Paradise:"
Nay, the waters I drink have touched the earth;
I breathe no summer of spice.
As a Bird of Paradise:"
Nay, the waters I drink have touched the earth;
I breathe no summer of spice.
"Then———"Hush: if I go at all,
(It will make them stare and shrink,
It will look so strange at a Fancy Ball)
I will go as———Myself, I think!
(It will make them stare and shrink,
It will look so strange at a Fancy Ball)
I will go as———Myself, I think!