High-colored, sparkling, very much alive, Her feet atingle ever for a dance, Her eyes agleam with laughter and romance Her brain alert to vision and contrive, Gayly she greets what fortune may arrive Fearless of any turn of circumstance; Gives destiny a bright, flirtatious glance And fate a wink—nor cares how they connive. She jazzes to the music of the spheres And then—'twixt dance and dance—with sudden thought, She stops to fashion miracles; the years Will look with wonder on the dreams she wrought. And her smiles blithely on her work, and then Her syncopating feet dance on again! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...MUSIC, FR. TWELFTH NIGHT by WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE THE DOUBLE STANDARD by FRANKLIN PIERCE ADAMS A SONG: REVENGE AGAINST CYNTHIA by PHILIP AYRES THE GREAT BLACK CROW by PHILIP JAMES BAILEY IN THE STILLNESS O' THE NIGHT by WILLIAM BARNES THE JUDGMENT by KATHARINE LEE BATES THE WANDERER: 6. PALINGENSIS: EUTHANASIA (WRITTEN AFTER LONG ILLNESS) by EDWARD ROBERT BULWER-LYTTON |