Dance on; we would not touch you, Nay -- let us turn aside, Lest the shadow of what we've looked on In our eyes should be descried. Somewhere at least must fingers Be clasped to the burning sun; Somewhere must limbs be music To the tune the fates have spun; Somewhere the high immortals Must have oblations poured; Somewhere in classic portals, The gods must be adored; Somewhere must life be beauty Though the prophets darken their eyes, Somewhere must beauty be very truth Though the planets fall from the skies. Dance on: heed not our plight; Dance on: be cruel and free; Dance like a flame in the night! Dance like a star on the sea! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TO THE DAISY (2) by WILLIAM WORDSWORTH ERRING IN COMPANY by FRANKLIN PIERCE ADAMS THE 'STAY AT HOME'S' PLAINT, 1878 by GEORGE AUGUSTUS BAKER JR. HOOKER'S ACROSS by GEORGE HENRY BOKER FIVE LITTLE WANDERINGS: 3. YOUTH by BERTON BRALEY THE MINSTREL AT LINCLUDEN by ROBERT BURNS THE PRESENT AND THE PAST IN THE TWELFTH CENTURY by CHRETIEN DE TROYES |