Lights, in a multi-coloured mist, <br />From indigo to amethyst, <br />A whirling mist of multi-coloured lights; <br />And after, wigs and tights, <br />Then faces, then a glimpse of profiles, then <br />Eyes, and a mist again; <br />And rouge, and always tights, and wigs, and tights. <br /> <br />You see the ballet so, and so, <br />From amethyst to indigo; <br />You see a dance of phantoms, but I see <br />A girl, who smiles to me; <br />Her cheeks, across the rouge, and in her eyes <br />I know what memories, <br />What memories and messages for me.<br /><br />Arthur Symons<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/on-the-stage-3/
