SHE is made of mist and silver, and her clinging dress is bound With the planets for her girdle and the stars to deck her round; And she dances, dances, dances, with her softly gliding feet Round and round her golden lover, and their burning glances meet. She hath deeds of men for raiment, and within her hair she places Shining souls of high adventure and the beauty of young faces; And she dances, dances, dances, with her softly gliding feet Down and down eternal paths where past and future meet. She hath gone; the silence echoes, where but now her music thrilled, And the floor of heaven darkens, and the sound of feet is stilled. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ROBIN REDBREAST by GEORGE WASHINGTON DOANE EPITHALAMION MADE AT LINCOLNES INNE by JOHN DONNE AT CASTERBRIDGE FAIR: 5. THE INQUIRY by THOMAS HARDY SOUND THE LOUD TIMBREL; MIRIAM'S SONG by THOMAS MOORE NUPTIAL SLEEP by DANTE GABRIEL ROSSETTI UNDERWOODS: BOOK 1: 38 by ROBERT LOUIS STEVENSON |