Of all that gives politeness birth, <br />Of all that claims to please, <br />In motion, manners, or in mirth, <br />The surest source is ease. <br /> <br />With silent step, and graceful air, <br />See gentle Sylvia move; <br />Whilst heedless gazers, unaware, <br />Resign their soul to love. <br /> <br />Accomplish'd maid! my trivial rhyme <br />Must do thy graces wrong; <br />Who dost not only dance in time, <br />But steal, like time, along.<br /><br />William Shenstone<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/on-miss-m-s-s-dancing/
