O YE that look on Ecstasy The Dancer lone and white, Cover your charmed eyes, for she Is Death's own acolyte. She dances on the moonstone floors Against the jewelled peacock doors: The roses flame in her gold hair, The tired sad lids are overfair. All ye that look on Ecstasy The Dancer lone and white, Cover your dreaming eyes, lest she -- (@3Oh! softly, strangely!@1) -- float you through These doors all bronze and green and blue Into the Bourg of Night. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SONNET: 1. THE BRIGHT MOON by CONRAD AIKEN SCHOOLS OF LITTLE FISH by MARVIN BELL WISDOM COMETH WITH THE YEARS by COUNTEE CULLEN THE FLOWER BOAT by ROBERT FROST MY DEATH AS A GIRL I KNEW by JAMES GALVIN TO RIDGELY TORRENCE - PLAYWRIGHT by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON TRANSPOSITIONS by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON EPITAPH IN A CHURCH-YARD IN CHARLESTON, SOUTH CAROLINA by AMY LOWELL |