And what would I do in heaven pray, <br />Me with my dancing feet? <br />And limbs like apple boughs that sway <br />When the gusty rain winds beat. <br /> <br />And how would I thrive in a perfect place <br />Where dancing would be a sin, <br />With not a man to love my face, <br />Nor an arm to hold me in? <br /> <br />The seraphs and the cherubim <br />Would be too proud to bend, <br />To sing the faery tunes that brim <br />My heart from end to end. <br /> <br />The wistful angels down in hell <br />Will smile to see my face, <br />And understand, because they fell <br />From that all-perfect place.<br /><br />Countee Cullen<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/she-of-the-dancing-feet-sings/
