A Dancing Girl
Dark daughter of a dancing race
How do you weave your secret spells?
Song cannot show with what strange grace
You lightly lift your frock of lace
Sewn thick with little silver bells.
How do you weave your secret spells?
Song cannot show with what strange grace
You lightly lift your frock of lace
Sewn thick with little silver bells.
You hold us with your haunting eyes,
And in your hair so soft and long
Our souls are snared; yet we are wise,
We know you through your dark disguise
You are a witch-girl weird and strong.
And in your hair so soft and long
Our souls are snared; yet we are wise,
We know you through your dark disguise
You are a witch-girl weird and strong.
A pagan creature, with the grace
Of the lost childhood of the world,
And in your pale fantastic face,
And in your smile we seem to trace,
The fairy with its bright wings furled.
Of the lost childhood of the world,
And in your pale fantastic face,
And in your smile we seem to trace,
The fairy with its bright wings furled.
A water nymph you may have been
With heavy lilies in your hair,
Or mermaid swinging in the green
Deep sea, or dryad stretched unseen
Among frail leaves and blossoms fair.
With heavy lilies in your hair,
Or mermaid swinging in the green
Deep sea, or dryad stretched unseen
Among frail leaves and blossoms fair.
Now, from a lighted stage you glance
Smiling, oh, Sorceress unknown,
And we who watch you in a trance
Enchanted by your mystic dance
Forget how sad the world has grown.
Smiling, oh, Sorceress unknown,
And we who watch you in a trance
Enchanted by your mystic dance
Forget how sad the world has grown.