Carved marble face, enraptured secret smile, In the cool foyer, silent and alone, Outside the opera's passion-laden zone, Unguarded yet untouched by what is vile; Camargo, dancer, mistress of each wile That pleased a vicious court, was thy breast stone, When arms of laughing youths, wove thee a throne, Scornful of pleasure who could kings beguile? Inscrutable, fertile in joy, benign, Compassionate of lower human need, With lithe, ecstatic steps engendering life; Like nature pouring a seductive wine, Patient with sense, and folly's ignorant greed, Knowing the soul is born in sensual strife. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...EPITAPH UPON A CHILD THAT DIED by ROBERT HERRICK THE CASE OF DOMINEERING JOHN ALEXIS UPHAM by FRANKLIN PIERCE ADAMS THE STORY OF FIORDISPINA, FR. ORLANDO FURIOSO by LUDOVICO (LODOVICO) ARIOSTO THE PURSUIT by GAMALIEL BRADFORD |