From Machaon and the Faun I DANCE and dance! Another faun, A black one, dances on the lawn. He moves with me, and when I lift My heels his feet directly shift: I can’t outdance him though I try; He dances nimbler than I. I toss my head, and so does he; What tricks he dares to play on me! I touch the ivy in my hair; Ivy he has and finger there. The spiteful thing to mock me so! I will outdance him! Ho, ho, ho!
UPON St. Michael’s Isle They laid him for awhile That he might feel the Ocean’s full embrace, And wedded be To that wide sea— The subject and the passion of his race. As Thetis, from some lovely underground Springing, she girds him round...
From Machaon and the Faun I DANCE and dance! Another faun, A black one, dances on the lawn. He moves with me, and when I lift My heels his feet directly shift: I can’t outdance him though I try; He dances nimbler than I. I toss my head, and so does he; What tricks he dares to play on me! I touch...
