I DANCE and dance! Another faun, A black one, dances on the lawn. He moves with me, and when I lift My heels his feet directly shift: I can't out-dance him though I try; He dances nimbler than I. I toss my head, and so does he; What tricks he dares to play on me! I touch the ivy in my hair; Ivy he has and finger there. The spiteful thing to mock me so! I will outdance him! Ho, ho, ho! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...DUTY SURVIVING SELF-LOVE; THE ONLY SURE FRIEND OF DECLINING LIFE by SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE WYNKEN, BLYNKEN AND NOD by EUGENE FIELD SONNET: 27 by JAMES RUSSELL LOWELL THE VANISHERS by JOHN GREENLEAF WHITTIER LITTLE BERNHARD by JOHANNA AMBROSIUS GREENES FUNERALLS: SONNET 5 by RICHARD BARNFIELD |