Love is Best.
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The shadows fell, that vast, still land held silently the dead,
But on his breast love's token glowed—a warm and living red.
But on his breast love's token glowed—a warm and living red.
Dorothy Dancing.
As the spirit of sound may dwell in a chord,
And the spirit of thought be embalmed in a word,
And the spirit of colour inhabit a rose,
And the spirit of scent in its heart repose,
So the spirit of motion lurks, graceful and Beet,
In the exquisite moulding of Dorothy's feet.
Dorothy dancing!
Oh! think of the glancing
Of Dorothy's dancing feet.
And the spirit of thought be embalmed in a word,
And the spirit of colour inhabit a rose,
And the spirit of scent in its heart repose,
So the spirit of motion lurks, graceful and Beet,
In the exquisite moulding of Dorothy's feet.
Dorothy dancing!
Oh! think of the glancing
Of Dorothy's dancing feet.
There are sweet flower-faces, and faces like flowers,
There are laces in billows, and diamonds in showers,
There are flocks of fans waving, like butterflies' wings,
And with dreamy waltz music the pulsing air swings,
There are laces in billows, and diamonds in showers,
There are flocks of fans waving, like butterflies' wings,
And with dreamy waltz music the pulsing air swings,
