Melodious the morning when the mist Begins to dupe the eye and woo the ear With minuets that tread the water here, Turned ballroom floor where ghost and ghost may tryst, Whose shoes and shadows, limned with amethyst, Some distant hidden artist brushes clear, Who even tints two profiles drawing near -- Thus proving those pale things once touched and kissed! Don't utter loud so much as one soft breath -- Confusion this enough to drive away A dance reincarnated out of death To help those beings turn their night toward day: A thought were loud enough to scare apart A love they now have nought of -- but the art! |