Behold the brand of beauty tossed! <br />See how the motion does dilate the flame! <br />Delighted love his spoils does boast, <br />And triumph in this game. <br />Fire, to no place confined, <br />Is both our wonder and our fear; <br />Moving the mind, <br />As lightning hurled through air. <br /> <br />High heaven the glory does increase <br />Of all her shining lamps, this artful way; <br />The sun in figures, such as these, <br />Joys with the moon to play. <br />To the sweet strains they all advance, <br />Which do result from their own spheres, <br />As this nymph's dance <br />Moves with the numbers which she hears.<br /><br />Edmund Waller<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-dancer/
