Welcome once more, ye dancing forms That do intoxicate my soul! Your beauty is a magic bowl Whose draught my weary spirit warms. Forward and backward, round and round, Like nymphs Arcadian on the lea; Naught but the rhythmic dance I see, I hear naught but the music's sound. The music's sound, the rhythmic dance, The happy faces flushed, the feet Time keeping to the music's beat, The lovely limbs, the tender glance! O what more beautiful than this? Than maidens in the mazy dance? A draught it is that doth entrance My soul: delight's elixir 'tis! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TO THE RETURNED GIRLS by FRANKLIN PIERCE ADAMS THE FLOWER BOAT by ROBERT FROST PEACE (1) by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON TO HORACE BUMSTEAD by JAMES WELDON JOHNSON SPOON RIVER ANTHOLOGY: MAGRADY GRAHAM by EDGAR LEE MASTERS TWO SONNETS: 1 by EDWIN ARLINGTON ROBINSON |