Skirts like the amber petals of a flower, <br />A primrose dancing for delight <br />In some enchantment of a bower <br />That rose to wizard music in the night; <br /> <br />A rhythmic flower whose petals pirouette <br />In delicate circles, fain to follow <br />The vague aerial minuet, <br />The mazy dancing of the swallow; <br /> <br />A flower's caprice, a bird's command <br />Of all the airy ways that lie <br />In light along the wonder-land, <br />The wonder-haunted loneliness of sky: <br /> <br />So, in the smoke-polluted place, <br />Where bird or flower might never be, <br />With glimmering feet, with flower-like face, <br />She dances at the Tivoli.<br /><br />Arthur Symons<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-primrose-dance/
