The dancing muse! I saw her moving through A forest, where an autumn zephyr played; Her steps were lighter than the leaves that strayed Like waifs of summer, lost where twilight drew A shadow-net about them, and the blue Of heaven twinkled where high branches made A shifting masquerade of sheen and shade That mocked the rhythm of a faint tattoo. And as I watched the airy muse advance, A wreath of laurel on her tresses set, Like emeralds in a golden coronet, Methought the wildwood joined her in the dance, And every leaf and bird and living thing Burst forth in songs of reawakened spring. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...BIRTHDAY POEM FOR THOMAS HARDY by CECIL DAY LEWIS SORROW SINGERS by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON TO NANNETTE FALK-AUERBACH by SIDNEY LANIER AUTUMN SONG by KATHERINE MANSFIELD LITTLE BROTHER'S STORY by KATHERINE MANSFIELD |