THE great white Moon is not so fair -- When not one trembling star will dare To shine within her zone of air. And lo, this blue-eyed maiden soon Moves lightly to the music's tune -- Light as a water-fly in June. As she goes spinning round and round, Her nimble toes, without a sound, Sip honey from the common ground. Like the humming-bird that, swift and strong, Will never suck but, flying along, Just lick the blossoms with his tongue. Dance, dance, thou blue-eyed wonder, dance! I still believe there's one small chance Thou'lt fall into my arms in a trance. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TYRANNICK [TYRANNIC] LOVE: SONG by JOHN DRYDEN LOUISA MAY ALCOTT by LOUISE CHANDLER MOULTON A PETITION TO TIME by BRYAN WALLER PROCTER TO ONE WHO ASKED by KENNETH SLADE ALLING SPRING'S IMMORTALITY by H. T. MACKENZIE BELL LOLA WEARS LACE by HELEN BIRCH-BARTLETT DEATH IN A BALL-ROOM by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT |