Poetry Explorer- Classic Contemporary Poetry, TRAGEDIES: 1, by THEOPHILE JULIUS HENRY MARZIALS


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TRAGEDIES: 1, by                    
First Line: She was a dancer, - I was the master
Last Line: In a laughing wanton's bed!
Alternate Author Name(s): Marzials, Theo; Marzials, Theophile Jules Henri
Subject(s): Dancing & Dancers; Dreams; Heaven; Night; Tragedy; Nightmares; Paradise; Bedtime


She was a dancer, -- I was the master;
Our troupe was rollicking on at the fair:
She and a stranger bit at one sweeting, --
A large pale-green one ripe for eating.
(She has soft brown eyes and soft brown hair) --
'Twas down at the back of the booth, my sweeting,
You never knew I was there!

My brain was fire. At fall of night,
By a great black cedar, dagger'd dead,
She lay, turn'd clear to the wind's quick cries,
In the long grass writhing with flamed fire-flies,
And the white stars shrinking, high overhead.
And he was dreaming of paradise,
In a laughing wanton's bed!





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