At The Ballet

I saw you dancing early in the night,
Your hands and arms like sweeping swans in flight.
The beauty of your body flew in air
As though the meaning of your spirit was right there.
You swayed across a lawn of gold and green,
The loveliest of women ever seen.
And I was there to catch, and whirl you round
In silence of all silence, with no sound.
Up on toes, then, with radiant face of dawn,
You sprang again to air! I was far gone.
But back I rushed against a mean-faced crow,
And swung him into flames, where bad crows go!
Again we were together, all the rage,
To kiss, and bow, and leave the bravoed stage.

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