O YE that look on Ecstasy The Dancer lone and white, Cover your charmed eyes, for she Is Death's own acolyte. She dances on the moonstone floors Against the jewelled peacock doors: The roses flame in her gold hair, The tired sad lids are overfair. All ye that look on Ecstasy The Dancer lone and white, Cover your dreaming eyes, lest she -- (@3Oh! softly, strangely!@1) -- float you through These doors all bronze and green and blue Into the Bourg of Night. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...MATER AMABILIS by EMMA LAZARUS ABU SALAMMAMM - A SONG OF EMPIRE by EZRA POUND ON THIS DAY I COMPLETE MY THIRTY-SIXTH YEAR by GEORGE GORDON BYRON THE BOOK [OF THE WORLD] by WILLIAM DRUMMOND OF HAWTHORNDEN EPIGRAM: 45. ON MY FIRST SON by BEN JONSON OH! BLAME NOT THE BARD by THOMAS MOORE THE SECRETARY; WRITTEN AT THE HAGUE, 1696 by MATTHEW PRIOR |