Ems of the Dance an Anthology 1300 B. C. 1920 A. D. J Edward R. Dickson

ACKNOWLE DGMENTS

T he editor is most grateful to the dancers w ho w ith grace and willingness lent much of their art in the making of the pictures in this ﬁrst anthology of poems related to the dance.

in b L i n erme er He is also personally de ted to Mr . o u s U t y for his sympathetic help and discernment in the ﬁnal selec ’ o tions of many of these p ems. Mr . Untermeyer s prefatory

l f h r li h l lim i es say p aces be ore t e dance s, de g tfu g pses nto the b t an r iti n h i life-r u enatin ea u y d t ad o of t e r ej v g art.

Fo r ermission to re rint the oems in this v me thank p p p olu , s, w h h cann t be e uatel ex res sed a re ue to th o t ic o ad q y p , d e p e s,

he translators an the rio u b i h f t , d va s pu l s ers, so many o whom l h are ho ders of t e copyright. An alphabetical list of this indebtedness follows

T he And iron Club of New Y ork Cit ublishers of The — y, p Colonna de for the m Ba l e Ru b poe l t n y John W. Draper . — The Bellman for the poem The Da nce in the Stecr age by

Joseph Warren Beach.

— a B . H. Blackwell, London J r the poem J essica Da ncer from S onnet: and Poems by Elea no r Farj eon : and for the

o E D n b b p em lﬁn a cer y Bemard Gil ert fro m Rebel Verses. — The Century Company for the poem Dancing B ay: from War and La ughter by James Oppenheim: for the poems

The Runner in the Skier and Dancer: from Song: for the New Age by James Oppenheim: for the poem A Da ncer [7 ] ACKNOWLEDGMENTS

from Trails Sunwar d by Cale Young Rice : for the poem Chr istmas Night from Christmas Night in the Q uar ter: b I ll y rwin Russe .

— - T he Century Magaz ine for the poem Mir r or Da nce by Edith h m M. T o as.

C a l Publi hin — m h or al h pp e s g Company, Ltd for the poe T e Ch Dance from Thr ough Rea lms of Song by Isaac Bassett Ch oate. — John Collier for his poemI sadora D unca n from The I ndw ell

ing Splendor . — Ananda Coomarasw amy for his translation of The Da nce of

the M lkma i fro T n a i ds m. The ahi g of T ll . — The Comhill Company for the poem The Dancing Gir l from Fifty Year s a nd Other Poems by James Weldon John

son .

Salomén dela Selva z— for his translation of tw o Fifteenth Cen

h D - o tury Spanis ance S ngs.

Babette Deutsch—for her translation from the Russian of

’ Victor Hofman s poem A Languor ous Wa ltz by the River .

D M m n — f h e Pr ir i Min odd , ea d Co pa y or t e po m A a e uet

from Poem b E M s y rnest cG aﬁey.

H D n — h Th N I George . oran Compa y for t e poem a t ight Danced from S ongs fr om the J our ney by Wilton Agnew B ar rett : for the poems Anna and B acchanal from Banners

B D u h by a bette e tsc . — Duﬂield 8: Company for the poem Pavl ow a by Murdock

P be n f o T e B oadw a Antholo em rto r m h r y gy. — T he Four Seas Company for the poem At the Da nce from

n Dr e me A u Inm n O e Who a d by rth r Crew a . [8] ACKNOWLEDGMENTS

H w e nc —fo o With The Harcourt, B race 8: o , I r the p ems On Da nce and To a Faun from Including H orace by Lo uis

F o r un a Dancin Unter meyer . or the p ems I sado a D c n g — — — Iplrigenia and I sad ora D uncan Dancing Chopin from

e er Cha llenge by Louis Unterm y .

— - Harper B rothers for the two poems B utter ﬂy Da nce S ong ' and Ma liseet I ndian Dance-S ong from The I ndia ns B ook

l For the oem The Countr Dance by Nata ie Curtis. p y

fro m The Laughing Muse by Arthur Guiterman.

H u h on n on— o the l ion f m L r ics odd er 8: Sto g t , Lo d f r se ect ro y

N ra Po m b h a nd ar tive e s y Herbert T renc . — Hen ry Holt 8: Company for the poem Mash from Chicago P oems by Carl Sandburg : for the poem An E nd of Dancing f rom Salvage by Ow en Seaman : for the poem The D a ncers

Ro o r i f rom The Old ad t Pa adise by Margaret W ddemer . — Houghton Miﬂlin Company The selections from the Poeti ca l w or l s of John Greenleaf Whittier : Richard Watson Gilder : Grace Fallow Norton : Frank Dempster Sherman

and ames Russell Lowell are used b ermission f an J y p o , d by s ecial arran ement w ith Hou hton Milﬂin m p g g Co pany,

the authoriz ed publishers. — The International for the poem I sadora D unca n Dancing by

Joel Elias Spingam. — Mitchell Kennerley for the poem The Dancer from An April Elegy by Arthur Dav ison Ficke : for the poem The Dance from Divinations and Cr eations by Horace Holley : for the poem The Da ncing Days from I r ish Poems by Arthur Stringer : for the poem La Gitana from Pr ocessional: by

John Curtis Underwood . [9] ACKNOWLEDGMENTS — John Lane Company for the poem The D a ncer from The

Va abon a nd Other Poems b R L h n he d . g y C . e ma n : for t poem I ndia n D a ncers from The Golden Thr eshold by Sa rcytni Naidu : for the poems Apr il Midnight : To a Gita na

Da ncing : The Pr imr ose Da nce : Nor a on the Pavement :

To a D ancer : J a va nese Dancer s : The Da nce : from Poems ' b A hur S m n F D r o a na ra y rt y o s. or the poem To a a nce f T g

from r e v r P e m lsh Ga d n O e seas and Other o ms by Tho as Wa . — T he Liberator for the poem I sador a D unca n by Max E ast m an. — D av id McKay for the poem Da nse Ma ca br e from Mer e

M o e b w in M o in el di s y Ed eade R b son. — T he Macmill an Company for selections from Youth Riding by Mary Carolyn Davies : from Sw or d B lades a nd Poppy S eed by Amy Low ell : from The Pr esent H our and Com plete Poems by Percy Mackaye : f rom You a nd I by Har riet Monroe : from I nsur r ections by James Stephens : from S ongs

o Ka bir b bin na h re f y Ra dra t T ago . — The Masses fo r the poems To a Child Da ncing by Osca r

n Roesner : and The Da ce by James Stevens. — Elkin Matthew for the poemThe Little Da ncers from Lon

L i o d 0n Visions by aurence B ny n.

m L bl — The Maunsell Co pany, td . , Du in for the poem

r l Da ncer from I r ish y by Joseph Campbe l . — The Midla nd Magaz ine for the poems Tew a Cor n D a nce by Rose Henderson and A Child Da ncing a t Tw ilight by

Anna Blanche McGill .

’ Moﬁat Y ard 8: Com an — for the oem Let s o Da ncin t, p y p g g

from City Ways a nd Company Str eets by Charles Divine. [1 0 ]

ACKNOWLEDGMENTS

P C — h Da f m John . Morton 8: ompany for the poem T e ncer ro

h Po n N T e et a d ature by Madison Caw ein .

H hr Mulfor Lon n— o oem E a r th : The ump ey d , do f r the p Passing of a D ancer from The S un Thief and Other Poems b h y R ys Carpenter .

Ma ry Ellis Opdycke and Kurt Schw indler for their translation ’ from the Spanish of Angel Guimera s poem The Da nce of

the Nuns . — Pagan Publishing Company for the poem B accha nte by Alice L ouise Jones.

— ’ Pho to-Gr aphic Art for the poem Young B a ccha nte s Hymn

by Salomon dela Selva.

T he Poetr Bo o — e y oksh p, London for the poem Pa nnyr a of th Golden H eel by Albert Semain as translated by James Elroy Flec er h l hi k in T e O d S ps. — Poetry : A Magaz ine of Verse for the two poems The D a ncer and Poem to be Da nced by Helen Hoyt ; for the

oemA Gir l Dancin on the Sea Shar e b Henr h p g y y C . T omas. — Princeton University Press z for the poems D ance by Ray

mond Peckham Holden and P rr hi Da n er b y c c s y R. M.

n f T B o e o Jackso , rom he oh of Princ t n Ver se II .

’ — m D n G . P. Putnam s Sons for the poe a ce Music from The

A v n b M. Moon i h S o a t B . E an l g t a y . s : for the poem The Cakew alk by Wilf rid Wilson Gibson from Georgia n Poetry : for the poem The Dance from Collected Poems by Grace Denio Litchfield : for the poem D a ncing Gir ls from Collected Poems by Arthur Peterson : for the poem The Fir e Dancer from Ships in Por t by Lew is Worthington Smith [M ] ACKNOWLEDGMENTS

for the poem To Ver non Castle from The Winged Spir it

by Marie T udor. ’ — Charles Scribner s Sons for the poem The Praise of Dionysus

f om o nd Flu m n r On Vi l a te by Ed u d Gosse. — The Seven Arts for the poem The H ar lem Da ncer by Eli

Edwards. — G. Arnold Shaw for the two poems The Dance and To I sa dora D unca n from Ma ndragor a Poems by John Cowper P owys. h m — f S er an , French 8: Company or the poem A D a nce Hall from The H uman Fa ntasy by John Hall Wheelock : for the ’ poem Your B ody s Motion is Lihe Music from Love a nd

L ber o b h i i ati n y John Hall W eel ck.

m l n r St m an — or m T S a l, May a d Co p y f the poe he Da nce of the

un e fr m A Airs b li S b a ms o pril y B ss Carman. — Smart Set for the two poems A Cabaret D a ncer by Zoe

Akins and Pr emiér e Da nseuse b Fann Ho N y y dges ew man.

— or h io The Sunwise T urn, Inc f t e poem Vis n of the Sacr ed

Dance from The Da nce o Siva b Ananda Coomarasw m f y a y.

— oem Salom b P n T he T rend for the p e y itts Sa bom.

White 8: Com an — for the oem T D James T . p y p he ancer in the Wood from Gods a nd D evils by John Russell Mccarthy for the poem H 01 Da ncers from Out-oi-D oors by John Rus

sell Mccarthy. — Y ale University Press for the poem Morgia na Da nces from

Mer chants Fr om Cathay : for the poem The Pa le Da ncer from Per petua l Light by William Rose Benét : for the poem A West I ndia n Dance from B eggar And King by Richard

Butler Glaenz er . [m]

i l Go, l tt e book,

a l T o him who, on a lute with horns of pe r ,

Sang of the white feet of the Golden Girl

And bid him look

I nto thy pages: it may hap that be

May ﬁnd that Golden Maidens dance through thee. W OSCAR ILDE .

FOREWORD

— She comes t he spirit of the dan ce,

la ent And but for those rge, eloq u eyes ,

in v r an Where passion speaks e e y gl ce, ’ ’ m She d seem a w andere. fro the skies. — Osgood.

— h The poets now lead forth the dance rs. Throug the ma rket-places of ancient India and China : the pala c es of Vulcan and Alcinous : over the hill s of Heli con a nd the convent walls of Spain : through the streets of London and balls and cabarets of Amer ica : we may foll o w the dancers as they whirl in their vestments of v erses mellowed and unmellowed by time . In many of these places I found the poets not only wr iting of the dancers : but dancing with them . Passionately have t t s th they, oo , loved the rhy hmic mea ure of e dance , for i s s s the poet c revelation on the long, and at time irk ome , s s s w ay to the hrine of the dancers and the poet , are

o f a beauty and variety worthy o f the se arts .

s s The accompanying impersonal picture , e pousing the se f r u s n cau o no pa tic lar dancer or chool of danci g, and l s i t u e as il u trat ng no par ic lar poem, are us d decorative [17 ] FOREWORD

intervals. The photographic medium ha s been em s s s ployed to link the olde t with the newe t of the art , and the pictures were nearly all made beneath unsecret s s s n s kie and u lit land cape . And what can I say of thi s anth ol o gy other tha n express an entertained wi sh that Poems of the D a nce . r may carry poetry farther into the realm of dance y, so that dancers may regard poetry with added appro ciation and be volu ntarily led to dance to the very h s so poems written for t em by so many poet , through many ages .

Inwood , Manhattan .

I 20 . June , 9 A PR E FACT ORY E SSAY B Y LOUI S UNT ERMEY ER

mo s In t catalogs it is li sted as the seventh art . O i us bv o ly it should be the ﬁrst . If the erudite statis ticia ns w hose souls worry along the shelves of the library h a d pierced their beloved pa st further than the s es eventi , they would have recognized that the impulse to leap in the a ir w a s the first aesthetic expre ssion of

. I t a s n e . The joy c me before ong, eve before sp ech chant sp rang up almost immediately after to dramatize its mo ti n and e o , the raw rhythms of the savage drum ll o n s i e n fo w ed to i ten ify it . From ts aboriginal p ci ga, its sw ss n s t aying and to i g of limb , the dance became no only the central pa ssion but the most intense expres sion of the tribe ; it w as its religion a s well as its

ecsta sy . It w a s not the exploiting of a single person

ality ; it w as the people who celebrated . The childhood of the race w a s literally ﬁlled with in a i limin a i a ot dancing . Danc g w s ts sub t on ; its p he

s s s . o i of fear , joy, anger , reverence , hatred , wor hip s A n s s Centurie ago in the frica jungle , black w arrior

celebrated their phallic rites while , a continent to the

s ss s s o u north , Druid prie te e paced l wly beneath the p

right rocks at Stonehenge . E ven before the Indian n girls were performing wild nautches in Hi du temples, [I 9] a Hebrew king on a sacriﬁcial occasion had danced his God naked before , and the children of I srael , reverting to a more primitive hunger than the desire s f c for ten commandment , had been found dancing t neti al a - c ly bout a golden calf . The war dance s of the early Greeks were unconsciou sly imitated (even to the - w head dre , the movements of crouching and attack ) e by the r d Indians of undi scovered America . Ancient — art is a kaleidoscope of ritual dancing z mysteriou s prancings and posturings before Priapic statues which later became converted into saints ; devotees with di shev elled hair ﬂying through Assyrian groves ; the danc ing ground of the Zuni s crowded with children and chiefs swaying in rhythmic invocati ons for rain ; the s S B ibasis Pyrrhic dance at parta ; the , recorded on v s s many a a e , where the performer took a pecial pride in striking his own buttocks with his heels ; the Sun and Nature festival s ; the later bacchanals in honour of — the Bona Dea the young world seems to have ques tioned and answered itself in rhythmic leaps and gestic i n ulat o s. “ We begin to appreciate the seri ou s nature and the " importance of the dance among primitive folk, write s E dward Carpenter in Paga n a nd Chr istia n “ ‘ ’ r C eeds . To dub a youth a good dancer is to pay i n - l him a great compl me t . Among the well known n scriptions on the rocks in the i sland of Thera in the sea - r a Aegean , there are many which record in deeply g ven letters the friendship and devotion to each other of - fi Spartan warrior comrades . It seems strange at rst to [20]

s n t s trengthe ing a frail morali y, merely added a fre h - s burden to the already over taxed sen e of shame . It r tu ned upon itself with poi sonous effect . It put an unholy premium on an exposed breast ; a thigh became something for silk tights and musical comedies ; a pub licly uncovered shoulder came to be the hall-mark of ss di ipated ari stocracy, and a naked ﬁgure w as the cue n s for an outraged censor . The tyran y of dress in tead of making people blind to the human body merely made them furtive about it ; a race of Peeping Toms.

And i is s o re art , wh ch the ublimated rec rd of life ,

- i ceived its greatest set back with the hiding and deba s

in . s g of the living ﬂesh Since the Greeks and Roman , practically no statues have enriched the world other ’ and than Michelangelo s a few heroic marbles, until Rodin began a new departure from the oldest of

s. s s t model When the body fell into di repute , culp ure i On a fell w th it . e h s only to think of the stony sena to rial suits and the baggy bronze trousers o f our modern eﬂigies to realize that these trappings were not merely the symbol s of art and prop riety but of statesmanship 1 s s u e it And a s Rodin re cued culpt r from s horrible , s so s s humou rless parodie , I adora Duncan aved dancing

it u s ir ouettin s its i a s d ense from s ridic lou p g , nane p and

s. s the its paint and powder unrealitie The rena cence , s r international intere t , the communal pa ticipation in the dance are all part of that va st movement of which s she w as both propagandist and prophete s. From the choreographic Russian Ballet to the smallest of the [22] n i s s is s . e ghbourhood chool , her influence obviou To have seen I sadora Duncan when she first danced to ’ “ ” Gluck s Iphigenia in Auli s w as to have seen one of ’ An beauty s swiftest and most memorable triumphs . d in her recent appearance s that triumph w as even n greater . For the rapture and revelatio came through a body no longer beautiful in itself ; an ecstasy that w as a e s s bodil ss as the magic with which it melted ; au tere, s c a n con e r ted , compelli g . Y et ' if Isadora Dunca n had been merely an i solated ns e d s i pir d ancer, the impetu of her reanimating art w ould nev er have reached beyond certain changes in the terp sichorean technique and a reaction from the a elaborate formali sm of the tarlatan ballet . It w s her — fidelity to the fundamental qualities of her a rt its s t its ni s s — healing treng h , u ver al emotional relea e that w a s her greate st cont ribution ; the conviction that the n a s s x n da ce w , fir t of all , a communal e perie ce to be brought to its highest development by the people rather s than a per on . k More than one echo of thi s is captured in Mr . Dic ’ i e t son s anthology . H s coll c ion of poems of the dance is not only a unique assembling but is an illumined com menta ry : a record of how poets of various centuries and frequently opposed temperaments have responded ss s to this seemingly neglected art . Po ibly the mo t out ’ s s s i its tanding feature o f Mr . Dick on compilation s s s s range ; he elect , with a di criminating catholicity, from the ancient Chinese and Hindu cla ssics as well as from the most experimental moderns ; if he seems par [23 ] E s is ca s is w tial to the lizabethan , it not be u e he una are o O of the Georgians . Fr m Jeremiah to James ppen S heim , from Shakespeare to Carl andburg, from — William Blake to William Benét c ne is given a wide ss variety of perceptions of a fundamental pa ion . ’

. s s s s t Here , illuminated by a few of Mr Dick on en i ive

h s . photograp s, are reminder of that primitive wonder o R using the world , the dance still rejuvenates both its x ss s s s art and life . For leap e pre e the olde t wi h for freedom and its rhythms contain the mirth and gravity of youth .

LOUIS UNTERMEYER.

ote : Th e re ator essa b Mr t rme r a . n e e w s first rinted N p f y y y U y p , in a nother a nd more r estr icted orm as a ca userie on Th D nc in f , e a e T A he S ev en rts.

E . R. D . CONTE NTS

CK N OW EDGMENTS A L ,

“ PREF T ORY ESS Y : TH E D N C A A A E , RY LOU IS U NTERMEYER

NCI E N T H I N DU C SSICS A LA ,

1 5W !“ B e 00

NCI E NT C H I N ESE C SSICS CII OU DY N STY A LA ( A ) , — 1 12 1 543 3 . C .

N CI E N T CRE EK H EERAIC AND ROM N A , A , — 850 65 3 . C .

’ E ICII TII CE NTURY T ANC DYN STY — ( A ) , 6 D. 99 763 A.

MEDI EV To ELI z AE ET II AN AL , I 2TI I C E NTURY To I 66O

S PANIS H D NC E SONGS A , I STH AND 16TH CE NT U RI ES

I 8r n CE NTURY HINDU FRENCH AND ENG IS H , L ,

NORTII MERIC N INDI N SONGS A A A ,

E R Y AND RECE NT MODERN r a rs A L o ,

INDEx or U THORS AND TIT ES A L ,

POE MS OF THE DANCE

Dance Of a Nautch Girl

- C . Anonymous [Hind u 1 5 00 1 000 B . ]

Bedecked with trinkets and with pretty frock, Wr eathéd s s with ﬂower , raddled with andal wood , the n s In mai treet, before the multitude ’ - A Nautch girl danced to music s ﬁve fold sound . n t s I to the ci y I had gon e for alm , And pa ssing 1 beheld the dancer decked

a d . In brave array, like a snare of M ra lai Vision Of the Sacred Dance

- A no nymous [Hind u 1 500 1 000 D. C. ]

His fo rm is everywhere : all pervading in His Siv a Sakti a i r r w His Chidamb ram s eve ywhere , eve y here dance

As S v a is s i all and omnipre ent , ’ E e v ryw here is Siva s gracious dance made manifest .

Hi - s fiv e fo ld dances are temporal and timeless. Hi s fi - i v e fold dances are H s Fi ve Activities. His r the s By g ace He performs five act , a- a a Thi s is the sacred dance of Um S h ya .

n s t Et He da ce with Wa er, Fire , Wind and her, u n Thus o r Lord da ces ever in the court . Visibl e to those who pass over Maya and Mahi mi yi

Our Lo rd dances His eternal dance . The form Of the Sakti is all delight ’ Thi s united delight is Umi a b ody This fo rm of Sakti a ri sing in time

And uniting the twain is the dance. An Ofﬁcer Dances for a Duke

Anon ous o n s 1 2 - B ym [Ch u Dy a ty 1 1 1 0 70 .C. ]

ff s . With mind indi erent, things I ea y take In every dance I prompt appearance make n i o os Then , when the su is at h s t pm t height th r There , in e place that cou ts the public sight u n With ﬁg re large I in the cou rtyard da ce ,

And k . the du e smiles, when he beholds me prance ’ ’ A tiger s strength I have ; the steed s swift bound ; a The reins s ribbons in my hands are found . See how I hold the ﬂute in my left hand ; ’ s s n In right the phea ant plume , waved like a wa d ; s r d With vi age e , where rouge you think to trace ,

k s s s Of . While the du e plea ed , end down the cup grace A Klotou S Dance

- n u u na t 1 C. A o nymo s [Cho D y s y 877 84 B . ]

hi e s The w te elms by th ea t gate grow , ’ ’ And cl ump s of o aks crown Yuen-K ew s ’ z e- ee There T s c hun g s daughter oft we s , n a Da cing bout beneath the shade . On a b r ight morning they have planned To s eek the plain that southward lies ; n f s s The rom her ta k of twi ting hemp ,

Se e l d a ncing through the mart she hies . The Dance Of Delight

n ous ho D n st Ano m C u a D C. y [ y y 543 . ]

’ — ’ — K in K in the bells peal On A d n the lutes in the concert we hear . Deep breathes the organ tone ;

Sounding stones j oin their notes rich and clear . The while through the vessel there ring a s The Ya and the N n which they ing,

And the dancers with ﬂutes now appear . A Dance in the Palace Of Alcinous

Homer 8 0 D C [ 5 . . ]

s u s s s s s Thi s ng the acred mu e , who e note and word ’ The da ncers feet kept as his hands his chords. U ss s m as s . ly e uch w plea ed , and all the crew Thi s w ould the king have varied with a new And s s plea ing mea ure , and performed by m n s r Two , w ith who one would trive in dance y ; An his s s d those son were , that mu t therefore dance Alon e , and only to the harp advance , h And a Without t e words. this sweet couple w s

H alius s Young , and divine Laodama ; ’ - h ue n . W o da d a ball da ce Then the rich wrought ball , s a ll That Polybu had made , of purple , k . On t to s They took to hand e hrew it the y, ’ u a And then da e d back ; the other , c pering high , ’ is t uch Would surely catch it ere h foot o d ground , ’ And n advan d s up agai c it, and o found The other cause Of dance ; and then did he D s x a an ce lofty trick , till ne t it c me to be

His turn to catch , and se r ve the other still . ’ When they had kept it up to cither s will, ’ s mix d They then danced ground trick , oft hand in hand ,

And did so gracefully their change command , s s That all the other youth that tood at pau e , ’

f ni s s . With dea ng Shout , gave them the great applau e A Dance in the Palace Of V ulcan

Homer 8 0 . [ 5 B . C ]

x s t n Ne t to the e , he cu a danci g place , All l s a i h fu l of turning , that w s l ke t e admirable maze ’ -b A s For fair air d riadne made , by cunning Daedalu ; ’ An s d an d d in it youth and virgins c , all young and s beauteou , ’ A le é n t nd g w d in a other s palms . Weeds hat the wind did toss ’ i th n s s The virg ns wore ; e youths wov coat , that ca t a faint dim gloss ’ l s h i . s s Like t at of O Fre h garland too , the virgin

temples bawdrics bound . S a s i a s s ometime s ll w ound clo e n a ring, to which fa t they spun A s S any wheel a turner make , being tried how it will

run , s et as Of s While he i s ; and out again , full peed they

wound,

s . A Not one left fa st, or breaking hand multitude s tood round , D s end c two elighted with their nimble port , to whi h

begun , r s s s Mids all , a song , and tu ning ung the port con l e usién .

The Dancer

er emi J a h [050 D. C. ]

A I gain will build thee , And s l thou halt be bui t,

0 virgin Of I srael . A h s gain shalt t ou be adorned with thy tabret , And shalt go forth

In the dance s Of them that make mer ry .

0 an a ! Bacch ls , Come

E r i id e - u 80 . p s [4 400 B C. ]

H O a l ither, fr grant of Tmo us the Golden , Come with th e voice Of timbrel and drum ; Let the cr y o f your joyance uplift and embolden Go d o f t he - O s The joy cry ; Bacchanal , come l W i ith peal n g of pipes and with Ph rygian clamour, On h e s f n ss s , wher e t vi ion O holi e thrill , And u s the m ic climbs and the maddening glamour, W the il s to s s ! ith w d White Maid , the hill , to the hill Oh then l k as he s a , , i e a colt run by river,

A o his w r him~ in s c lt by dam , hen the hea t of s g , t the k n s and o a- Wi h ee limb drawn the ﬂeet f ot quiver, Away th e B acchanal springs ! L L The ong , ong Dances

- C. E ur ipid es [480 400 B . ]

Will they ever come to me , ever again , n s The lo g, long dance , On through the dark till the dim sta rs wane ?

Shall I feel the dew on my throat, and the stream Of wind in my hair ? Shall our white feet gleam In the dim ex panses ? Oh e , feet of a fawn to the gr enwood fled , Alone in the gra ss and the loveliness ; no Leap of the hunted , more in dread, Beyond the snares and the deadly pre ss ; s s n s Yet a voice still in the di tance ou d , A voice and a fe ar and a ha ste Of hounds ; O wildly labouring, fiercely fleet , Onward yet by river and glen I s s r -swi ? it joy or terror , ye to m ft feet T s Of O the dea r lone land untroubled men , s m s n Where no voice sound , and a id the hadowy gree o The little things Of the w odland live unseen . The H a p p y Dancer

- C. A r istopha nes [455 3 85 D. ]

u in s Iacch s high glory, thou who e day Of i e s all s m rrie t, hither, help our play ’ S a s e t s s how, w throne hee at thy Maiden ide , Ho w ligh t to thee are our long leagues Of way .

us h a . Iacch , ppy dancer , be our guide

s t s s s Thy elf , hat poore t men thy joy hould hare , i s e n d th th s D d t r y robe , y royal andal tear, h t s s T at fe e un hod might dance , and robe rent

Wave in thy revel w ith no after care .

s h e. Iacchu , appy dancer , be our guid

Lo th e re ! but now across the dance apace A m f aid en tripped , a maiden fair O face , Who s e tattered smock and kerchief scarce s its The merry bo om peering from place .

u s . Iacch , happy dancer , be our guide Dancing in the Meadow

Ar isto h ne 8 B a s .C p [445 3 5 . ]

Thou that dwellest in the shadow Of s us great glory here be ide , S S us pirit, pirit, we have hied TO thy dancing in the meadow ! c s th o Come , Iac hu ; let y br w Toss its fr uited myrtle bough 0 m We are thine , 0 happy dancer ; our comrade , co e and guide us ! Let the mystic measure beat ; Come in riot ﬁery ﬂeet ;

Free and holy all before thee , t s While the Chari ie adore thee ,

And thy Mystae wait the music of thy feet .

On with the Dance

ok Hora ce [B o I : Od e u 05 B . C. ]

Why all these questions that worry and wea ry us ? ’ Let s drop the serious rOle for a while . Y t t h cks us ou h , wi h smooth c e , will be laughing behind ; — ’ Age will not mind us ; the cynic he ll smile .

s s Come , for the gr ay hair already are fretting u ; ’ G s ! us . irl are forgetting Lord , how we ve got ’ — is . Come , let s conv ince them our blood well , red yet ’ ’ e S ! We ar not dead yet . Let s how them we re not

’ ’ Yes l , we ll have cups til you can t keep a count them ; An — e Of s s . y amount them hundr d , at lea t I ’ ll have the table all tempting and tidy ’ And we ll get Lyde to come to the fea st ! TO a Faun

or a c k ii H e oo i d x iii B . [B O e v 05 C. ]

s You sprightly mi chief dancing by, As you pursue the nymphs that ﬂy o s From y ur embrace , t Run lightly hrough my garden plot, Respect the ﬂower-beds that dot My favorite places ; Avoiding please the early peas while through o y ur paces.

B e the s an s gentle to pig d sow , s s s s s The hor e , chicken , duck and cow ; ’ Pray, don t ala rm them . And treat each tender, youngling kid s a With comrade hip , s if you did

Not want to har m them . ’ They ll fri sk and how their heads will how if you should pa ss and cha rm them !

For you there shall be sa criﬁced ’ s s - The herd unblemi shed , highe t priced An s x d be t e ample . I ncense shall cloud the festive sh rine And there shall be great bowls of wine For you to sample e o s s Providing all th while , f cour e , my ground

not trample . [4 5] An d now, to celebrate your day, Cattle romp and shepherds play s For ﬂock to gambol . The world throws o ff its sordid Shams And no one works while wolf and lambs

Together amble . The village goes to tear its clothe s on rustic

bramble .

The n s Idd tow turn out, a g y rout u Lodger, landlord , lover , lo t,

Prince and pastor . W hile laborers who dig or till , D t ss s il ance wi h pa ion , leaping t l r Higher, fa ste .

S r S ho t iking the earth , their enemy , to w master ! The Dance on the Terrace

’ - - - T A D. Li Ta i P e [ Ang Dynasty 000 703 . ]

Never more beautiful ,

In loveliest balance , There dances before him — Beauty itself Si-Chy !

t s Fa igued by love , ala ,

Upon his couch to rest she lie s. The Village Dance

’ (Med iev a l La tin S tud ents S ong )

Anonymous [1 2th Century]

Wide the lime-tree to the air Spreads her boughs and foliage Thyme beneath is growing On the verdant meadow where ’ Dancers feet are going .

Through the grass a little spring Runs with jocund murmuring : All the place rejoices ; Cooling zephyrs breathe and S ing o Wi th their summer v ice s. I nvitation to the Dance

’ (Med ieva l La tin S tud ents S ong)

Anonymous [1 2 th Century]

Cast aside dull books and thought S is s is weet folly, weet play Take the plea sure Spring hath brought ’ In youth s opening holiday ! Right it is Old age Should ponder On grave matters fraught with care ; is Tender youth free to wander ,

Free to frolic light as air .

Live we like the gods above ; s is Thi s is wisdom , thi truth Chase the joys of tender love In the leisure of our youth !

Keep the vows we swore together,

Lads, Obey that ordinance ; Seek the ﬁelds in sunny weathe r

Where the laughing maidens dance .

There the lad who li sts may see Which among the maids is kind There young limbs deliciously Flashing through the dances wind W s ms ar e s hile the girl their ar rai ing . ’ Moving, winding o er the lea , S t till I s and and gaze , and gazing, They have stolen the soul of me ! The Dancing Friar

Anonymous [I5 ih Century (E nglish) ]

k hi ow Jac e took s pype and began to bl e , a Then the friar , s I trowe , Be d aunc c one gan to e s , AS sc one a e s he the pyp herd ,

- Like a wood man he fared , He lepte and d aunced aboute ; r ere b m t The g s scratched y in he face , An d in many an other place , That the blode brast out ; And i tare h s clothes by and by, i elar His cope and h s scap y,

And all his other wede . d aunced amon e s th cke He g thorne y , s m r cke In many place they dydo by p y , le That fast gan he b de. ed he amon e Jacke pyp and laug d g , r o th n a ron e The f iar among the or es w s th g , He hopped wunders hye ;

A s is ha nds t the la t he held up h , “ An d aunced d sayd I have so longe , That I am lyke to dye ; Gent ll e s l y Jacke , holde thy pyp ti l , l ht t ll An d my tr outh I p yg the y ,

I will do the no woo .

Ariel ’s Song

Willia m S ha kespea r e [1 504 - 1 01 0]

s s s Come unto the e yellow and , And then take hands ’ ur s C t ied when you have , and kissed (The wild waves whist) Foot it featly here and there ; And s S r es weet p it , the burthen bear . ! Hark, hark wo ! Bow, w ’ The watch-d og s bark Bow , wow , k ! Hark, har I hear l The strain of strutting Chantic eer .

Dancing

S ir J ohn D av ies [1 500- 1 020]

f ’ O all their ways I love Meander s path , Which to the tune of dying swans doth dance ; S s s s s he uch winding ﬂight , uch turn and crick hath, S s s s uch creak , such wrenche , and uch dalliance ; ss That, whether it be hap or heedle chance ,

In this indented course and wriggling play, He seems to dance a perfect cunning hay !

But wherefore do these streams for ever run ? To keep themselves for ever sweet and clea r ; s For let their everla ting course be done ,

They st r aight corrupt and foul with mud appear . ’ 0 s s ye sweet nymphs that beauty lo s do fear , o s s s C ntemn the drug that phy ic doth devi e , And x learn of love this dainty e erci se .

See how those ﬂowers that have sweet beauty too s (The only jewel that the earth doth wear, When thi s young sun in bravery her doth woo) AS o ft as s d o they the whi tling wind hear , Do wave their tender bodies here and there ; And h e i t ough their dance no perf ct mea sure s, s s s s Yet oftentime their mu ic make them ki s. Dancings Of the Air

(Antinous pra ises D a ncing befor e

Q ueen Penel ope )

S ir J ohn D av ies [1 500- 1 020]

‘ S n For that brave u the Father of the Day, s E Of i Doth love thi arth , the Mother N ght An d like a reveller in rich array, ’ his hi s s Doth dance galliard in s leman ight , o s ss B th back and forth , and sideway , pa ing light His so princely grace doth the gods amaze , hi t That all stand still and at s beau y gaze .

see E But the arth , when he approacheth near , How S he for joy doth spri ng and sweetly smile ; But see again her sad and heavy sheer When changing places he retires awhile ;

s b s S x But tho e lack cloud he hortly will e ile , And hi s make them all before s pre ence ﬂy, ’ An s on um d is d mi ts c s before h cheerful eye .

And now behold your tender nurse the Air And common neighbour that aye runs around ; How many pictures and impressions fair Within her empty regions are there found ; s s Which to your en es Dancing do propound . S E o s s s For what are Breath , peech , ch e , Mu ic , Wind ,

But Dancings of the Air in sund ry kinds. A Song to the Maskers

R ober t Her r ick [1 5 01 - 1 074]

m to le Co e down , and dance ye in the y Of s H ea te plea ures, to a B ut s if to moi ture , Let the oyle O s s f Ro es be your weat .

iNot only to your selves assume s s s The e weet , but let them ﬂy ; F so rom thi s, to that , and Perfume E ’ ne all the standers by .

Sh A Goddesse I si s (when e went , Or glided through the street ) ’ ch t e Made all that tou her , with her sc nt, ’ And whom she touch t turne sweet . The Fairies ’ Dance

Anonymous [1 004 - 1 075 ]

!Dare you haunt our hallowed green ?

None but fairies here are seen . Down and sleep Wake and weep ;

Pinch him black and pinch him blue , That seeks to steal a lover true !

When you come to hear us sing, O r to tread our fairy ring, Pinch him black and pinch him blue ! 0 thus our nails shall handle you !

At a Wedding

S ir J ohn S uckling [1 000-1 04 1 ]

H e r feet beneath her petticoat , i s L ke little mice , tole in and out,

As if they feared the light . And Oh ! she dances such a way NO sun upon an E aster day

I s half SO ﬁne a Sight . The Daunce Of the Daughters Of Delight

E d mund Spenser [1 552 - 1 500]

sa s she s s They y that Venu , when did di po e H er lf s s s se e to plea aunce , u ed to re ort

Unto thi s place , and therein to repose An her elf s in s d rest s e a a glad ome port , O r with the Graces there to play and sport ; h C theron u That even her ow e y , tho gh in it She u sed most to keepe her royal! court And so er a ine ma ie t it in her v s y to s , Sh r efusd e e in regard hereof and thought unﬁt .

Unto thi s place when as the E lﬁn Knight r o s App cht, him eemed that the merry sound Of s a hrill pipe he playing heard on hight , ’ And feete s th many fa t thumping hollow ground , s ecch d That through the wood their o did reboun .

He nigher drew, to weete what mote it be There he a troupe Of ladies d auncing found F ladfull ull merrily, and making g glee ,

And in the midst a Shepheard piping he did see.

th’ He durst not enter into open greene , s d escr de For dread of them unware to be y , d aunce scen For breaking of their , if he were e ; Of d But in the covert the wood did by e , Of unes de Beholding all , yet them py e s hi s There he did s e, that plea ed much s ight , imselfe his s nv de That even he h eye e y , [59] An hundred naked maidens lilly white All a dauncin in l raunged in ring and g de ight . All they without were raunged in a ring, And daunced round ; but in the midst of them s a Three other ladie did both d unce and sing, hilest th e The w e rest them round about did hemm , And like a girlond did in compasse stemme ; And in the middest of those sa me three w as placed A Damz ell as nothe r , a precious gemme Am s a ncha e id t ring most richly well e c d ,

That with her goodly presence all the r est much graced .

S as O uch w the beauty f thi s goodly band , Whose sundry parts were here too long to tell she s s But , that in the mid t of them did tand , ’ S d x ] eem all the rest in beauty to e cel , Cr ow nd with a rosie girlond that right well beseeme : as r Did her and ever , the c ew A aunst s s s bout her d , weet ﬂowre , that far did mell , And fragr ant odours they uppon her threw ;

s s . But, most of all , tho e Three did her with gift endew

G s s Those were the r ace , daughter of delight, an ma i s s H d de of Venu , which are wont to haunt

U on s d aunce . pp thi hill , and there day and night Those three to men all gifts of grace do graunt ; And all that Venus in herselfs doth vaunt : I s borrowed of them but that faire one , s a That in the mid t w s placed paravaunt, Wa s she to whom that Shepheard pypt alone ; o r as That made him pipe s mer ily, never none . [60] The Daunce of the Shepheards

E dmund Spenser [1 552 -1 500]

One as S day, when the hepheard swaynes to gether r o Were met, to make thei sp rts and merrie glee , As suns ni they are wont in faire hy e weather, The w hiles their ﬂockes in shadowes shrouded bee ; daunce : They fell to then did they all agree , a i s a Th t Col n Clout hould pipe, s one most ﬁt ; And Calido re s ul as ho d lead the ring, hee That most in Pastorellaes grace did sit ’ fro n i Thereat w d Coridon , and h s lip closely bit .

Calidor e o But , of c ur teous inclination , set hi Tooke Coridon and him in s place , s enu a s a his That he hould lead the d ce , w s fashion ; o a n F r Coridon could d u ce, and trimly trace ; An as hi d when Pastorella , m to grace , o n Her ﬂowry girlond tooke from her w e head , An is h on d plast on h , edid it sc e displace , ’ And did it put on Co ridon s in stead woxe frollicke c n s Then Coridon , that a t eemed dead . Gratiana Dancing

Richa r d L ov ela ce [1 01 8- 1 058]

She beat the happy pavément s ﬁrrnament By uch a star made , Which now no more the roof envies ! s s A s But well up high , with tla even ,

Bearing the brighter , nobler heaven ,

And s . , in her, all the deitie

’ E s s ach tep trod out a lover thought , And the ambitious hopes he brought ,

Chained to her brave feet with such arts, S s uch weet command and gentle awe , As she s a , when cea ed , we sighing s w s The ﬂoor lay paved with broken heart .

So sh o h did e move , s did s e sing, Like the harmonious spheres that bring ’ Unto their rounds their music s aid : Which she per fo rméd such a way A sa s all the enamoured world will y, “ G s A The race danced , and pollo played . Dance Song

Anonymous [1 5 th Century (Spa nish) ]

Your feet are like twin nests s Where even turtle brood , And when you dance it seems to me A s if, in a tall wood

A thousand birds of dawn Awake to greet the day Outdoing one another there h With lovely t ings to say.

S o angels dance , to music That God makes merrily ! n s I k ow what wings inform your ﬂe h , And dread your ﬂight from me ! Dance Song

Anonymous [1 0th Century (S pa nish) ]

The rustling of your silks Whene ’er you dance I s audibly the counterpart

Of your wanton glance .

And will you ﬂee me , will you ? And do you think to ﬂee ? ta n ta n ta n! to n to n to n! With a , , and a , , And a lir-a-lee

You never can elude me ;

By day, your glance Will tell me true where you have hid — S By night your ilks at dance .

? Then will you have me , will you And will you come with me ?

i swish swish swish! sw eet sw eet sw eet! W th a , , and a , , A mea sure above your knee !

The Perfect Dance

Anonymous [1 720 (Fr ench) ]

The perfect dance needs music Sweet As s s s dream ; eductive , o the feet Are led to move as by some spell ; i Or mus c a s of murmuring shell . n s s n s True da ce how aught of ha te or heat, Of Nor trick , nor any kind cheat .

in s s s Beauty and Joy, tw oul , hould meet To make that lov ely miracle n The perfect da ce .

A ﬁeld of wind-ki ssed waving wheat ;

A n ea swayi g s , scarce waked to greet The dawn ; clouds drifting ; these things tell — x What dance may be if it e cel .

Men h said t ey saw in hers complete ,

The er fe p Tt dance .

The General Dance

Anonymous [1 8th Century (E nglish) ]

i Tomorrow w ll be my dancing day. I would my true love did so chance e To se the legend of my play,

To call my true love to my dance . S Oh ! Oh ! ing my love , my love , my

love ,

Thi s I have done for my true love .

When I was born of Virgin pure Of her I took ﬂeshy substance , ’ a s Then w I knit to man s nature ,

To call my true love to my dance . S Oh ! ! ing my love , Oh my love , my

love ,

Thi s I have done for my true love .

e s Th n up to Heaven I did a cend , ' Where now I dwell in sure substance On th God e right hand of , that men G May come unto the eneral Da nce . Oh ! h ! Sing my love , O my love , my love ,

love ,

Thi s I have done for my true love . Butterﬂy Dance- Song

Ta w a kw aptiw a

Now for corn-blossoms we wrestle a - ss s s Now for be n blo om we wre tle .

’ s mi c n We are youth , d the or s e s Cha ing each oth r in port , b tterﬂ - s Playing with u v maiden .

! Hither , hither

Thunder will hither move , S l n We ha l summo the thunder here , That the maiden-plants

Upward may help one another to grow .

’ T he Ind ia ns B ook Copyright 1 907 : T r anslated by Nata lie Cur rin rmission o f the u lishers a r er B roth r tis a nd r e ted b e e s. p y p p b , H p Maliseet Indian Dance-Song

Anonymous

Hey, ho , dance away, Dance away !

Hey, ho , dance away, Dance away ! Dance away !

s u . Harder, fa ter let s go Dance away ! Dance away !

s . Youth and maidens, be gay Dance away ! s a Youths and maiden , be g y, Dance away !

Faster and fa ster let us go . Dance away ! ! Come , come , come , come

’ T ndi ns B ook Co r i ht 1 0 : T ranslated b ata lie Cur he I a py g , 9 7 y N mi i n o h u lisher s a r er B ot r n r rinted b er ss o f t e r he s. tis a d ep y p p b , H p The Dance at the Little Gila Ranch

J a mes Ba r ton Ada ms [1 843 -1 01 8]

’ Git yo little ﬁllies ready ’ Trot em out upon the ﬂoor ss ! ! Line up there , you cu es Steady n Lively now ! O e couple more . ’ S s ol s ! horty , hed that ombrero ! Bronco , douse that cigarette ’ Stop yer cussin Casiiier o ’ Fore the ladies ! Now all set ! S alute yer ladie s, all together , Ladies opposite the same !

Hit the lumber with yer leather , Balance all and swing yer dame ! d Bunch the heifers in the mid le , ’ s s -se- Circle , tag , an do do

Pay attention to the ﬁddle , Swing her round and o ff yer go ! First four forward ! Back to places ! Second Follow ! Shuﬂle Back ! ’ s s No w you ve got it down to ca e , ’ Swing em till their trotters crack ! ’ ’ Gents all right a-heel an toein ’ ’ Swing em ! Ki ss em if you kin ! ’ ’ On to the next an keep a-goin

’ ’ Till yo hit yer pards agi n ’ s eml Gents to center , ladie round Form a ba sket ; balance all !

Cabaret Dancer

Z oe Akins [1 880

Completely of our day and of our mood , You d ance and charm the multitude ; No venerable tradition guides your feet 0 Pagan of café and street !

i en s s W th acc t ubtle and strange energy, An s d a repo e more strange to me , — — — You step a nd glide and step and stop and sway An — — s — i d step and stop and tep and gl de away .

n s s The woma in your arm i like a snake , Re sponsive to each move you make ; n Watchful and eager , followi g , alert , — E nsnared and charmed too grave to ﬂir t h s s Aware of every thoug t she read your eye , And i and s g ve s obedience , trie is To plea se you utterly ; her face proud , And something perfect is allowed

To grace you both .

A n s bando ed and inten e , n But with a sort of in ocence , — — n s — You step and stop a d tep and glide , and go o m s s ft Th rough measured m ve ent , wi and

slow . E nnui is vanqui shed while we watch you dance

s . Your sen ual , naive romance [7 2] That Night I Danced

Wil ton Ag new Ba r r ett [1 885

That night I danced , An w a s i i d he s t ll only a little wh le in the earth .

e People , if th y had known , Would have said I w a s cold-hearted and did not care

much , But all that day I had been seeing his face The face shut in the buried coﬂin n And the pain had made a dark ess of my heart . So to whirl and wend through the dancers seemed little S in

TO i s ss . g ve over to the mu ic, little forgetfulne e For the dead , if they have the power to rememb r ,

Have the gift to understand . The Dance in the Steerage

J oseph Wa r r en B ea ch [1 880

s im The light are d on the steerage deck, s s But the tar are big and nigh , And a white wave ﬂa she s by the rail W i henever the deck goes h gh .

They have cleared a space among the ropes E s nough to pin a top , And there the cook and a mother of nine S n pin rou d with never a stop ,

S s pin like a top , pin like a ball , S pin like a humming wheel , Spin like a world upon its poles n s O tirele s toe and heel .

’ And what s the tune to which they spin ? A ﬂ ? ccordion , ﬁddle , ute u s s T ne of the white wave , tune of the tar , Tune of the great souls mute ?

Never a word and never a smile And never a glance they drop s Never a pau e to scrape and bow ,

But round and round like a top . Never a glance and never a word An s s d never the gho t of a mile , While stars go marching down the west

And waves wa sh mile on mile .

And is it love ? And is it prayer ? And is it childish glee ? It is the craving of the world

And that which had to be . Morgiana Dances

Willia m R ose B enét [I 880

Aha ! A guest ! ’ s s s s Within my ma ter hou e , a gue t To eat With his meat NO salt ? Say you so ! — H is vest his vest ’ VVha t glitters through his merchant s

’ s and ! ! Fa t ﬂeet Tabor , beat Round again we go !

— Scarves about my head S O ! S ﬂash— ho ! ilver girdle , n — Rou d again agai n we go . n — Rou d again again we go . Chalk upon the panel there ; Oil upon the pave— beware ! A s ! A s ! gue t, ho gue t , ho A s s ! weet gue t , ho

s l s Laden mule , laden mu e i Came with n our court there . Who boil In their oil ? The thieves ? Say you so ! — Fair fools fair fools ! [76] The moon saw the sport there ! S n s ! ! pi , pin Tabor , din Round again we go !

’ — Thieves beards be red so ! i and ﬂash— ho ! Po nard , forth — Round again again we go . n— Round agai again we go . s Ali n i Ma ter , dru k w th wine .

ssa in iv ! Hou , only I d ine A es ! A s ! gu t , ho gue t , ho A sl s ! y gue t , ho

Fo r as s tre ure , for plea ure S an l tabbed d p otted m any men . The fox

Picked the locks. The springs — Seized him so l — Full mea sure full mea sure ! u s s n n ? P r e for my danci g, the Purple are the shadows ;

The lamps are red and low . — Poinard at my brea st SO ! — Poinard at my brea st ho ! — Round again again we go . n— n Round agai agai we go . ’ ’ Here s a dagger s smart should Salt for such villainy ! A s ! s ! gue t , ho A gue t, ho A d ead uest ha ! g , [77] The Pale Dancer

Willia m R ose B enét [1 880

’ s s sha r e s My heart a till ; all the golden ails are gone . A s ﬂ pale , ilver oor in the hugeness of dawn s s My heart lie once more , and the little ripple beat ’ s s f Thi mall , idle tune , like the fall O elves feet , “ ” Oh —c u l , come , airy dancer ome dance on s, Sweet

She comes like a breeze in the midnight of May .

The tumbling of the sea s makes a tunic far away . S e s s s s She h come with closed eye , with light foot tep s near , And she sings the low song that each lipping ripple

hears. r - ! In love there is laughter , and afte come tears

She s l — dance like the moon ight light , languorous,

aswoon .

Her face ﬂoats uplifted , a ﬂower to the moon , e s To the moon pale in heav n and the dawn coming low, And under her mea sure the ripples breathe low , “ ” s ! The dancer, the dancer from age ago

Oh ! ! , dance me no more Witching dancer be gone ’ s s s For my hea rt a till shore in the hugenes of dawn , An s s i is f d ome an wer s thrilling, trembling o r me s n sea In the erri still bright e ss of heaven and , “ And s h s t b the little ripple w i per , What thing can i e ? [78]

The Little Dancers

— La ur ence Binyon [1 809 1

e s s s sk Lon ly, ave for a few faint tar , the y s and s Dream ; lonely, below, the little treet

its s s S h . In gloom retire , ecluded and y Scarcely the dumb roar enters this soft retreat ; And i i s all s dark, save where come ﬂood ng ray

' : s s From a tavern window there , to the bri k mea ure Of n in s an organ that dow an alley merrily play , i Two ch ldren , all alone and no one by , ’ ta t cr d s Holding their t fr ock , through an airy maze Of i i mot on , lightly threaded with n mble feet , Dance sedately : face to face they gaze

S n c s . Their eyes hini g, grave with a perfe t plea ure

Willia mBla ke [1 75 7-1 82 7]

I love the jocund dance , - s The softly breathing ong , n s Where in ocent eye do glance , ’ n A d where li sps the maiden s tongue .

I love the laughing vale ,

I love the echoing hill , s Where mirth doe never fail , And i the jolly Swain laughs h s ﬁll . ’ Tam O Shanter

R ober t B ur ns [1 750-1 700]

’ ’ As lo r ama z d s Tammie g w d , , and curiou , The mirth and fun grew fa st and furious ;

The piper loud and louder blew, s ﬂe The dancer quick and quicker w , ’ ’ r eel d et ross They , they s , they c d , they cleekit, k s reekit Till il a carlin wat and , And s coo t her duddies to the wark, And linket at it in her sark ! On Maria Dancing

R obert B ur ns [1 75 0-1 700]

How graceful Maria leads the dance ! ’ She s life itself . I never saw a foot O S nimble and so elegant ; it speaks, And the sweet whi spering poetry it makes

Shames the mu sician . Isadora

To her S ix D a ncers )

Witter B ynner [1 881

l Beauty came out of the ear y world , r Her hyacinthine hai still curled , H er robe still white on auroral limbs ; An d her body sang the self-same hymns It long ago had sung to the morn

When death gave birth and love w as born .

And once again her presence proved , she As most immortally moved , That in her meditative eye The child of death can never die But dances with inspired feet

On r s . eve y hill , in every treet

She s — rai ed her hand and Irma came , s s ] k There a , Li e , each li e a ﬂame , A E G : nna , rica , retel the tread

Of s . life till dying, neve r dead n - A d like a bird song in a wood ,

Within their very heart she stood .

Leaves in a wind taught her that ﬂuttering u - Sh s Of h ger tips. e moves, a ro y girl Caught in a rain of love ; a prophetess Of dust struck on the instant dumb with pain ; A lovely melancholy being, wild

With remembering, with groping to attain ss The edge and entrance of a wilderne ,

a . To play again , untroubled s a child

s th s She trikes at death . But e e caping foe

A s w . wait unwearied , knowing every ile Forward She comes to take the ﬁnal blow

And in defeat deﬁes him with her smile . Upward she bears her throat to the keen thrust “ Of triumph O ye god s of time w ho giv e

And ta ke e ma ker s o bea ut thou h I die , y f y, g I n this m bod — bea ut s till sha ll liv e y y, y B eca use of me a nd my immo r ta l d us tf O ur n! Ta ke ba ck my ashes ! I t is I ! Don Juan

L or d Byr on [1 788-1 824]

— And then he danced all foreigners excel The serious Angels in the eloquence Of ! a pantomime He danced , I s y, right well , s s With empha i , and also with good sense A thing in footing indi spensable ;

He danced without theatrical pretence , Not like a ballet-master in the van Of his m s drilled ny ph , but like a gentleman .

s hi s s Cha te were s tep , each kept within due bound , ’ And elegance was sprinkled o er his ﬁgure ; ’ s kimm d Like wift Camilla , he scarce S the ground , And n his rather held in tha put forth vigour, ’ An s s d then he had an ear for Music ound , ’ Which might defy a crochet critic s rigour. The Waltz

L or d Byr on [1 788- 1 824]

Muse of the many-twinkling feet ! whose charms Ar e now extended up from legs to arms ; ’ Terpsichore ! too long misd eemd a maid ’ Reproachful term bestow d but to upbraid he s s Henceforth in all t bronze of brightne s hine , ’ s s The lea t a ve tal of the virgin Nine . Far be from thee and thine the name of p rude ; ’ ’ Mock d neer s , yet triumphant ; s d at, un ubdued ; s Thy legs mu t move to conquer a s they ﬂy, If but thy coats are rea sonably high Thy brea st if bare enough requires no shield — — Dance forth SANS ARMOUR thou shalt take

the ﬁeld , An d own impregnable to most a ssaults, ” Thy none too lawfully begotten waltz .

The Dance Of the Sunbeams

Bliss Ca r ma n [1 801

’ When morning is high o er the hilltops On river and stream and lake , h s W erever a young breeze whi pers, s n- The u clad dancers wake .

One s after one up pringing, They ﬂash from their dim retreat ; Merry a s running laughter I n s the news of their twi kling feet .

Over the ﬂoors of azure -ﬂa s Wherever the wind w run , S n i parkling, leapi g , and rac ng, s sun Their antics catter the .

As long a s water ripples And is weather clear and glad , i Day after day they are danc ng, d Never a moment sa . But when through the field of heaven s The wing of storm take flight, At a touch of the flying shadow s S They falter and slip from ight .

’ Until , at the gray day s ending,

As the squadrons of clouds retire , They pass in the triumph of sunset s With banners of crim on ﬁre . Earth : The Passing of a Dancer

Rhys Ca rpenter [1 880

She is s s s made of mi t and ilver, and her clinging dres is bound With the planets for her girdle and the stars to deck her round ; And She s s s s dance , dance , dance , with her oftly gliding feet n Round and rou d her golden lover , and their nin burde g glances meet .

She e s hath de d of men for raiment , and within her hair she places Shining souls Of high adventure and the beauty of young faces ; An sh s s s s d e dance , dance , dance with her oftly gliding feet Down and down eternal paths where pa st and future N meet .

s She hath gone : the silence echoe , where but now her s mu ic thrilled , s s And the ﬂoor of heaven darken , and the ound of

feet is Stilled . The Dancer

Ma dison Ca fweiu [1 865 - 1 914]

s m s Tho e gold arauder of the air, Th s e brown bee , bustling everywhere , Led me away

- To where , in sulphur colored showers, A rs The utumn heaped her gold of ﬂowe , And bound her hai r

With all the beauty of their di sarray .

’ A s bove her head the bird took ﬂight , And by her side a shape of light

Danced like a Fay, Who wove strange magic with the grace Of i m k glanc ng li bs and twin ling face , An d raiment bright , s That blew like gos amers about the day .

as s c u s ? Who w thi reat re , dancing pa t c no s s Who ame and went, w low , now fa t, At airy play ; The goldenrod unto her feet ’ Kept time ; and with her heart s wild beat , s To the ve ry la t , B - S se s The lack eyed u sans t their heads a way .

I asked of ﬂower and of tree Who is thi s E lﬁn ? What is she [92]

The Choral Dance

I sa a c Bassett Choa te [1 83 3 - 1 91 7]

e s o With clasp d hand , devoutly circling r und A n altar garlanded with myrtle green , Fair maids in honor of the Cyprian Q ueen s s Weave fe tal dance , their brow with myrtle crowned Their feet unsandalled beat the grassy ground

s s ns . To mu ic made by ru tic Pan , u een Piping tw o scraggy oli v e trees between s s While lithe limb s regi ter the my tic sound .

S lowly the marble crumbles into dust, o dim The chiselled line s s delicate grow , And ﬂush of j oy from maiden checks is gone ; s s But yet tho e lifelike , graceful ﬁgure s mu t Repeat the modulation of the hymn

As here the happy choral dance goes on .

k And from your dancing, from the awa ening reed Of s unheard mu ic, from the beckoning hand O s s s s s h f your weet ummon , ri e the de ires t at lead ! Into your land , our land The Dancer

Ma ry Ca r olyn D a v ies

I watch the dancer , in Bend g, s Lithely tooping,

Leaping, rippling, Her motions changing As though she were a song of many notes ; s Her white robe swaying, Her scarves like water under wind ; Her face held up to joy As a leaf to sunlight ; ou Her arms yearning and crying t for beauty, Reaching up An d pulling down beauty upon her head , s s Then ﬂinging it from her, to our out tretched hand .

But it is you s ss Calm , re trained , motionle , o s Sitting beside me in your rche tra seat, watching s her al o . i o s s s It s y u whom I see dancing with uch ec ta y, Tortured with music Mad with motion Giving yourself to your joy ; s ss s It is your throat , upon who e whitene the light fall , Yo ur tr ansﬁgur ed face I see Held up to gladness [97] As s a leaf to unlight, And your lifted arms As king, and holding beauty. You Seei ng my tranced eyes ﬁx ed upon Ar e s a little jealou .

You need not be ,

Beloved .

R r inted b e rmission of the u lishers T he Macmill a ep y p p b , i n Com

an rom Youth Ridin b Ma r Ca rol n Dav ies. p y, f g y y y

’ Young Bacchante s Hymn

' S a l o mon d ela S elva

Dionysus l lDionysus l Dionysu s I s By the throe of thy Mother and her swift travail , Out s i of the water , where they sh mmer pale , s W -ﬂeshed tw Ri e , oman , ice born of dew and fire , ’ And lead the sacred dance of E arth s desire : E voé l E voé l E voé l

The tendrils of the vine shall cling to thy hair ; ss s s s s Pa ionate lip , like grape , hall be cru hed for s s ! A i Diony u fairer than pollo s fair , Youngest of the gods who w aitest wondrou sly To give the land new youth and love anew , O -s Woman ouled , twice born of ﬂame and dew , Dionysus l Dionysus l Dionysus

O s s s m! o wi e t above wi do More than g d , Who hast in thee the life-breath of the sod And art the eternal fruitfulness of E arth ! i s Teach now the v rgin new virginity, How love an endless maidenhood shall be ’ ’ With E arth s abundance and the brave Sea s mirth ! - fire O Woman worshipped , born of dew and , Lead us the sacred dance of our desire ! E voé l E voé l E voé l Dionysus l Anna

Ba bette D eutsch [I 895

Are there holier o nes Than these ? I s there a more fit altar for worship ? Limbs of a young Aphrodite ; The virgin torso ;

Feet ﬁrmly planted, Or l ifted only in rhythm , Beating the ground like the clear Round golden note s of the cymbal ; Fingers that draw the heart Like a ﬂute that calls in the twilight ; s i s Brow ser ou , S erene ,

- Hair wind blown and dark , r s Lips that are pa ted lightly, ’ A wondering god s ; But this is a maiden Thi s is the ﬂying torch

From the maternal temple . Bacchanal

Ba bette D eutsch [I 805

Slowly to the altar As it w h heavy feet , o n B und by a woe forek own , S c lowly we ome . Our arms bear high s Their bloomy burden , lift and loo e them all We shake our limbs free in the purple fall Of o ﬂ r in e g . i i The dark s torn w th a cry .

Oh we are mad ,

We are drunk with wine of the god . Our feet are athrill with the juice of the vine we have

trod . Our ﬂun arms are up g, Our ﬁngers are spread on the air ; The scent of the grape in our nostrils ; The wind in our hair : We are mad with our maidenhood

Night has come down on the hills . We dance for the god Where the music of mystery ﬁlls s s The hollows of ea rth , and the tar leap white in the

sky.

The V illage Coquettes

Cha r l es D ickens [1 81 2 -1 870]

the h s as Join dance , wit tep light As every heart should be tonight ; s d Mu ic, shake the lofty ome ,

In honour of our Harvest Home .

o n c s J i the dan e , and bani h care ,

All are young, and gay, and fair ; n a E ve age h s youthful grown ,

In honour of our Harvest Home .

s Join the dance , bright face beam ,

Sweet lips smile , and dark eyes gleam Al l these charms have hither come ,

In honour of our Harvest Home .

t s a s Join the dance , wi h tep light, ’ As ev ry heart should be tonight ; s t Mu ic, shake the lof y dome ,

In honour of our Ha rv est Home . ’ Let s Go Dancing

Cha r les D iv ine [I 889

L ’ et s go dancing, you and I ,

Far away from town , ’ O s sk And beneath ctober y, Columbine and clown ; Autumn leaves are mad and us Dancing, let dare defy

E tiquette of town .

Where no restaurants are nigh

Not a satin gown,

Linen collar or a tie , As they do in town ’ O sk Out beneath ctober s y, ’ There s no one to lift an eye

If your hair comes down . Ballet Russe

o hn W D r a er 1 8 J . p [ 03

The scene is lit with surging light And swinging lamp s and chandeliers ; And a s s - h s , the mu ic rhyt m veer , And a s the dance in v ariant ﬂight Now s now s dull , ﬂame s upon our ear , i The rad ance changes to our sight , i The rad ance from the chandeliers.

’ A s s ga h upon night canopy, A on yellow form indigo , F in i litt g, ﬂee ng, to and fro ; And gauzes follow like the sea A-curling ever up the way ;

And gauzes ﬂicker to and fro And i s s , l ke cyclonic tempe t , blow . s Then all the veiling fade to gray,

And s : fading, ﬂutter to repo e They v ani sh in a sudden close ; rs i The dance sw ftly slip away,

Their gauzes ﬂowing to and fro .

s s The mu ic wail in long decline , Goes wailing to the chandeliers ; And a s , s the ﬁnal cadence near , And s s s a the ﬁnal ound repine , n s s in s Mergi g to adne s our ear , s a s The swinging light , s at a ign , G o out within the chandeliers .

The Harlem Dancer

E li E dw a r d: [1 889

Applauding youths laughed with young prostitutes An - s d watched her perfect , half clothed body way Her voice was like the sound of blended ﬂutes

Blown by black players upon a picnic day . S he sang and d anced on gracefully and calm , The light gauze hanging loose about her form ; To me she seemed a proudly swaying palm

Gro wn lovelier for pa ssing through a storm . s i Upon her warthy neck, black, sh ny curls s ss s s Profu ely fell ; and, to ing coin in prai e , The n -ﬂ s e - s v s Wi e u h d , bold eyed boy , and e en the girl , ss Devoured her with eager, pa ionate gaze s -s i But , looking at her fal ely mil ng face ,

I knew her self w as not in that strange place .

The Death of the Minuet

Ca ther ine Ma r ia Fa nr ha fwe [I 705 -1 83 4

But Minuets are no more ! No more the well -taught feet shall tread The ﬁgure of the mazy zed :

The beau of other times shall mourn, As gone , and never to return , ’ s The graceful bow , the curt y low , s The ﬂoating form , that undulating glide i v ss s lin (L ke anchored e el on the swel g tide ) , t s a Tha ri e and sink, alternate , s they go , n Now bent the k ee , now lifted on the toe , s - n s s i s n The ide lo g tep that work t eve way, s as- v s e The low p gra e , and lower balanc ’ ’ Still with ﬁx d gaze he eye s the imagin d fair .

And turns the corner with an ea sy air . — ’ Not so his partner from her tangled train she To free her captive foot , strives in vain ; ’ n n s in s Her ta gled trai , the truggl g captive hold (Like Great Atr id es ) in its fatal folds ; n his The laws of galla try aid demand, i hi The laws of etiquette w thhold s hand . ’ S s s s s no uch pain , uch plea ure , w alike are o er , n x And beau a d etiquette shall soon e i st no more . s v In their tead , behold ad ancing, Modern men and women da nci ng ! S ss i x ss tep and dre al ke e pre , A to e bove , below , from head to , [r ro ] n Male a d female awkwardness. o u ﬂle Without a ho p , witho t a r u , One eternal jig and shuﬂl e ; ’ ’ ? Where s the air, and where s the gait ’ Where s the feather in the hat ? ’ ’ Where s the fr iz z d toupee ? and where Oh ’ ? , where s the powder for their hair Where are all their former grace s ? And where three quarters of their faces ? With half the forehead lost and half the chin ?

no . We know t where they end , or where begin Jessica Dances

E l ea nor Fa rj eon

When Joy and Molly on the lawn Danced bare of foot like spirits of dawn Jessica watched in wonderment

Until delight would not be pent, And shoe and sock she ca st in mirth

And felt her naked toes touch earth . Swiftly the fresh green joy shot in

Through the fresh young rosy skin , And in a golden glee the child Went dancing innocently-wild Up and down and round and round s Like dai ies covering the ground , Called sunward by the age-long spell No ages can destroy Of s d youth that never ighed or sinne , While elﬁn Molly and fairy Joy Danced on like lilies in a dell

Or harebells in the Wind .

And that was how it came to be That you and I Before the gaping herd of respectable fellow towns men

Forgot the world . Light w as the pressure of your hand And your body w as as answering to my touch As i a little willow to the w nd . I could not see your painted face against my shoulder ; I forgot that you were clad in veils to lure the lustful crowd ; The tawdry glitter of the hour faded and died As you and I soared up

Upon the music . 0 soul of a bird ! 0 cooling wind from the mountains of wild laurel ! O dreamer of a pattern of whirling stars Down which we moved In dizzy orbits ! Perfumes of Arabia were around us ; Tremulous melody heard by none other Out s s of some di tant garden poured in wild ong . And there were lights in the air ; And there were memories c s s Of forgotten Thra ian hill ide , An ss o d madne , and blivion ,

And a ﬁe rce white peace .

Then the dance ended . And you were once more a little painted dancer In an ugly café [1 14] Before a vulgar audience . So I led you back to your table n And tha ked you conventionally,

An d turned to go . But a sudden impulse

Swept me . And in the sight of all the i gaping re spectabilities I turned to you again And s ss v s u s ki sed your pa i e , your trange , act al lip In recognition and farewell i s To that w nged pirit which you late had been . The Cakew alk

Wilfr id Wilso n Gibson [I S 78

s i Sm é In moky lampl ght of a yrna Caf , saw c He then , seven solemn negroes dan ing, With faces rapt and out-thrust bellies prancing a In solemn ceremonial cakewalk , Dancing and prancing to the sombre tom-tom

Thumped by a crookbacked grizzled negro squatting . And as he watched within the steamy twilight Of s ss wampy fore st in rank greenne rotting, That sombre tom-tom at his heartstrings strumming Set is s all h inews twitching, and a singing Of cold ﬁre through his blood and he w as dancing Among his fellows in the dank green twilight k - m s With na ed , oiled, bronze glea ing bodies winging In a rapt holy everla sting cakewalk

For evermore in slow procession prancing .

s s Up through the leave , a piral flame , A u r w- tong e of fire , with a ro aim, Whose mystic e ssence inter-blending Flows in a to r rent never ending ; Through that strange tree whose blossoms - a ! Wreathe , lily like , a brid l veil s s s ( My terious tree , who e knotted ba e Scarce bears the ardour of your chase !) E merging thence by rapture swayed You ri se from leafy ambu scade s and Poi ed in the ether to fro , One e s — so mom nt , he itating Fla shing from elfin eyes one glance Still on tiptoe You dance ! You dance !

Oh ! earth born spirit ! Swift wonder-child of ﬂame ; ss The e ence of your being, s s Dull human eye , un eeing, Can never hope to tame ; You may be worshipped from afar ! see s By faith , by hope , we the tar From whence you came Fleet a s the wind amongst the hills Your spirit li steth as it wills ; n ss s Oh Paga huntre , cha te and wild , s s nd eﬁled ! You dwell among t u , u But if we falter at your door [1 1 8] A s s t one false tep your hrine , before On e di scord note , one word awry You vani sh straight from human eye (T s he earth unfolds her elf to seize , Your laughter echoes in the trees ; And k you are nown no more . The Dancers

R icha r d Wa tson Gild er [1 844 - 1 900]

Behold these maidens in a row ’ Against the birche s freshening green ; Their lines like music sway and ﬂow ;

They . move before the emerald screen Like broidered ﬁgures dimly seen On s woven cloth , in moony glow G s . raciou , and graceful , and serene They hear the harp ; its lovely tones i s E ach ma den in each motion own , As if she were a living note e o a t Which from the curv d harp doth ﬂ .

The Praise of Dionysus

E dmund Gosse [I 849

! s Behold , behold the granite gates unclo e , And down the vales a lyric people flows ; i s Danc ng to mu ic, in their dance they fling i s Their frant c robes to every wind that blow , An s s - s d deathle s prai e s to the vine god ing . t ss s s Nearer hey pre , and nearer till in ight , Still dancing blithely in a seemly choir ; i Toss ng on high the symbol of their rite , ’ The cone-tipped thyrsus of the god s de sire ; s fl s Nearer they come , tall dam els u hed and fair , With ivy circling their abundant hair : O i s s nward , w th even pace , in tately row , s s check s With eye that fla he , and with that glow , And th i -s all e while their tr bute ongs they bring, And s s s newer glorie of the pa t di close , An se - d deathle ss prai s to the vine god sing . The Dance of the Nuns

Angel Guimerd [I 847

In the ﬁelds near the convent of San Raphael Hear the sounds of the graceful Sardana s swell ; lliﬂ ou s They enchant and entice with me u s pell .

’ a s S s s When w e er a ardana as sweet a thi , ’ ’ E en ss the elders now join in the dancers bli , ’ And the children are tripping to win mother s ki ss.

O s s ver mountains and meadow the breeze stray, And they carry the tune so jolly and gay, ’ ’ E n st s e the rivers are irring to mu ic s play .

n s s O the cre t of the mountain a convent tands, To its garden on tiptoe s trip timid bands Of s its x s the nuns, where the ro e all fragrance e pand ,

The sounds of the dance with its innocent sway And the mirth of the crowd and the merriment gay Touch their hearts with a yearning that naught can

allay .

k n s s s s s Loc i g hand in the hadow come si ter twain , Wh s the ile the other are lured by glad refrain , h Until all of them sway in a graceful c ain . h Now t ey tread so demurely a me asured round, s s e n While they blu h , a they trip to th lilting sou d And t s dl heir toe har y press on the mossy ground .

G u S s r r mbling Mother uperior reache the th ong, k : But her heart quic ly softens Forgotten long, S cenes of her childhood stir on wings of the so ng.

l s is The fu l moon is ari ing ; her face wan , She s the s peep over wall , where the nun have gone , And she calls to themfondly Dance on dance on !

The Country Dance

Ar thur Guiter ma n [I 87I

Trea d of the thistledown t Lighting on hea her , Curls in a dancing crown s Bur ting their tether , Laugh of a bobolink S s s waying on ru he , Breath of the meadow-pink s s Born of her blu he ,

Free as a swallow dips, - s Moving to V iol tone , he s Over the mead s trip , ’ s -s s Men hearts her stepping tone . The Dancer in the Shrine

Ama nda B enja min Ha ll

I am a dancer . When I pray I do not gather thoughts with clumsy thread s Into poor phrases . Bird all have a way s Of singing home the truth that they are bird , And so my loving litany is said

Without the aid of words.

I am a dancer . Under me s The ﬂoor dreams lapi lazuli , With inlaid gems of every hue ’ o a l I i Mother pe r tread l ke dew , While at the window of her frame Our Lady, of the hallowed name ,

s s . G s Lean on the ill ray saint glare down , l Too long by god iness entranced ,

With piety of painted frown , Who never danced ’ Oh Our s s But , Lady quaint, arre ted look s she d k Remember when anced with bird and broo , Of n n wind and ﬂower and i noce ce a part, Before the rose of Jesu s ki ssed her heart And men h u heaped eavy prayers pon her brea st . She watches me with gladness half confessed Who dare to ge sture homage with my feet Or twinkle lacey step s of joy To entertain the Holy Boy ; ss Who , laughing, pirouette and pa , [1 26]

The Cabaret Dancer

Her ma nn Haged or n [I882

Breathe not the Tomorrow in her ears. Tomorrow is for men who send their ship s Over the sea to moor at laden slips ; d s s s s For reamer , dawdler , martyr , pioneer , s s Not for thi golden mote . To her appear

No hovering dark that prophe sies eclipse . s Grace of the swallow in the swaying hip , n s ! Heart of the swallow, knowi g not the year

B reathe not a word of beauty that shall fade , Of s lagging steps, of bare and lonely orrow On roads that other dancing feet have found i Beyond the grove where l fe with laughter played . not Breathe a word of that grim land Tomorrow, sh Le st e should quake to a shes at the sound . Tewa Com- Dance

R ose Hend erson

O s s ver the purple me a , over the pale green valley,

e n . over th golden pueblo , the summer su beams White-browed clouds sweep up across the scorching s corn land , Borne on the hidden wings of the mighty-breasted rain

god . Deep blue shadows wave among the yellowing corn s ks tal . Cottonwoods are bright against the sky and the

sunshine .

S oftly out of the long blue shadows, out of the yellow e s earth , out of th bleaching corn stalk , s kosha r e March the grote que , the ancient, protecting

spirits.

Slowly their withered feet join in the stately cadence . Co rn leaves wave from their heads and their pollen

colored bodies.

Out s s s of the ea t and the we t, out of the outh come s the runner , Heralding dangers from foes who lurk to steal and

to plunder . Warriors drink and depart to hurl back the treacherous

spoilers. [1 29] Young men join in the dance , their bodie s virile and

glowing . i s i s The r teps are the l fting leave , the rhythm of w in ss s av g gra e . Their steps a r e the sound of rain on the softly scrolling a s corn bl de . i s s The r tep are the vibrant earth , wrapping the long

brown corn roots . They move in a prayer-dance to the mighty gods of

the harve st .

S n ile t face s watch from the balconies of the pueblo . s s and sun ° and Dark eye turn to the cloud , the , the sk -ﬂun n i y g mou ta ns . Out of the desert the wind breathes over the golden

s -s pueblo , over the golden ﬂe h of the gently waying n s da cer .

s s s s v The corn leave whi per, the hadow wa e , and the e r r i a th g ows gold n the sunset .

Dance

Raymond Peckha m Hold en [1 804

s s s Lo ud the horn and sweet the tring ,

Silvery the soft ﬂute sings. s Mu ic melting ﬂesh away,

Music making holiday . s Loud the horns and wild the string , s Plaintively the soft ﬂute ings . S hining limbs with colors blend , Wmith horns that thrill and bows that bend ; Li bs that leap and limbs that lie ,

Wild limbs swift with melody . arm Laughing face , triumphant , N s i one but tremble and s warm , s None but gleam and glows with ﬁre ,

Swaying ﬂame of blown desire . Lips and eyes and limbs arrayed

»In t s beau y out of mu ic made , Telling what the ages know Of s s inging breath and wind that blow , Of birds that eye s are glad to see And s s wings that tir invi ibly, Of faces and the ﬂowers of earth All s thing that live and wait for birth . The Dance

Hora ce Holl ey [I 887

S s - low moonlight teep s the jungle glade , And all s the movement , all the pul e of night , G t s -s a her within the hollow ounding ocean . s 1 Long, melancholy wave ’ Beat nature s avid life within my blood ; An essence slip s from the still trees

Freeing my thought from dream . I s ri e , k Feeling the air li e womanhood about me , A s s he ri e and grope through ilence to t moon , s s Then turn , way, bow and pau e again ,

Waiting the rhythm . n sea- ! Fi d me , loud night

Find me , for you are spent and old . I bring fre sh heart and joyous consciousness s s Will give you peech , oul , freedom , thought ,

Will tell the old, heroic lie of life So gaily none will doubt for another age . ’ The rhythm falls like woman s pa ssion o s Up n my lips, my hand ; ’ s s The world s udden mu ic and I dance , I s -s dance , the oul of the lonely, moon teeped glade , ea The thought , the freedom of the laboured s , Swayed by a grace not mine

- In worship to a long forgotten god . The womanhood of things closely and warm [13 3 ] s s s Pre ses my thrilling sen e , Creating at my ﬁngers and my eyes A s E ve vi ion , , all palpable and warm , That beats upon my sob s

And mates my life with pa ssion . E ve ! I come O E ve l s m s Then , like a etting moon , a stor ubdued, s The rhythm clo es round about itself, Pa ssing to secret consummation u h Beyond nat re , farther out than t ought . n - Lost eve to hea rt beats . And ss Wi ss I , to ed by , forgotten , ngle to follow, Sink back into the apathetic darkness ’ en i s With earth s t m llion year , s - Into the pri on hou se of tree and ocean .

E ve .

The Dancer

Helen Hoyt

Why are you gay, little tree , That you dance on the hillside ? s Holding out your delicate kirt , s Holding out your delicate ﬁnger ,

Tilting your little head when the wind comes blowing, S oftly, S uddenly, i ks You w ll shake your twinkling loc ,

You will leap and skip , little tree , Tree on the hillside

Lightly, An s d twirl your elf away . The Ballet School

R ussell Hughes [I 808

0 - ! , what a ballet school

The ma ster is the boisterous springtime wind . hi s s ss Under s rough in truction , lim gra blades

v Cur e and bend and learn their porte de bras. The dandelions pirouette in skirts

f l . O yel ow tarletan They are younger , yet Are premier ballerina s striving to Become as excellent in technique as n - ss r f! The pi k peach blo om , caught f om o her And flung (by a d e signing maitre-ballet) h s- Across the floor among t e corp ballet . Three robins and a cello-throated dove s Make fitting mu ic for pliez and turns,

And arabe sques. 0 -s ! , what ballet chool At the Dance

Ar thur Cr ew I nma n [I 895

He is so old ; s He sits again t the further wall , O a nce he w s tall . I wonder why he sits in here Where all is youth and cheer ? i He s so old . A -s i i s queer half m le , l ke hadow mirth O r mellowed pain , Plays across his mouth ; n Deep line s of care u fold . S i h oft mus c t robs again , A i u lilt ng, lang id air . He watches where

The dancers sway . It is so gay An is s so . d he old , o old

He shuts his wrinkled eyes. I wonder what the dreams that ri se n s r Behi d tho e cu tained , trembling lids ; What memory bids Him conjure up his h alf-forgotten youth ? He must be wise c But he is old , un outh ; H is w hite hands shake ; The dancers take h T eir undulating, graceful ﬂow , [1 3 8]

Pyrrhic Dancers

M J a ckso R . . n

None of your silly modern dancers they - ff Half women , draped in chi on , smeared with paint s But men trong both of body and of mind , Akin to those of the Heroic Age

Of whom the Gods made friends. Such men a s fought Upon the blood-soaked plain of Ilium ’ And poured their lives out on Skamander s banks ’ Becau se a prince s wife had proved untrue . s s s G They are the father , lover , heir of reece , E s ndowed with every beauty, trength and grace

B s s y two and two , with motion wift or low , They posture in the plastic attitudes Of s thi the dance of war, the Pyrrhic Dance , Acting a martial dumbshow to the sound Of s - s cla hing bell like arm and rhythmic chant . The torchlight glinting helm and shield and swo rd s s Reveal , accentuate the subtle mould

- Of might mu scled naked limb and torse . sun- s The brown of tanned kin , the gold of bronze , The red of shield device and glancing plume ’ Move in a ﬂari ng Chiaroscuro gainst

The darkly spacious background of the night . -s s And all the while the well tre s ed numbers sound .

Salome

Or r ick J o hns [I 887

The fruit of that beauty Wa s too heavy for my branch . Here I lie ﬂung upon the road s By torms that came too soon . I have ﬂowered And borne no fruit ; I have bled And borne no spring .

a s v What w s mu ic to me but one oice , s The soft dropping leave , The ri sing of the w ind like a blade at dark-coming The snapping even of the twig that bore me !

sk O dim far wine of the y,

I have ripened under you ,

I have decayed under you .

I shall sleep under you . The Dancing Girl

J a mes Weld on J ohnson [I87I

Do you know what it is to dance ? h s n w s n Per ap , you do k o , after a fa hio ; d i I n But by anc ng mea , ’ s se Not what generally en, in ss But danc g of ﬁre and pa ion ,

Of ﬁr e an i i n d del riou s pass o .

it s - seiio rita W h a du ky haired , ist n o n Her dark, m y eyes ear your w ,

An s - d her carlet red mouth , s the s Like a ro e of outh , v a The reddest that e er w s grown , So close that you catch

- n Her quick pa ting breath , A ss n i is n s acro your ow face t blow , i n i s . W th a gh , and a moa

Ah ! is that dancing , ’ A i it s here by the Car b s known . Now i i i , wh rl ng and tw rling Like furies we go ; s ss Now , oft and care ing And sinuously slow ;

With an undulating motion , Like waves on a breeze-ki ssed ocean An d her scarlet-red mouth [143 ] I n s earer your own, An d the dark, misty eyes S till softer have grown .

Ah ! i is v that s dancing, that lo ing, ’ As k here by the Carib they re nown .

The Dance of the Merry Damsels

J ohn K ea ts [I 795 - I 82 I ]

And a s I sa t s , over the light blue hill There came a noi se of revellers : the rills Into the wide stream came of purple hue ’ Twas Bacchus and his crew ! s s i s The earne t trumpet pake , and s lver thrill From kissing cymbals made a merry din ’ Twa s Bacchus and his kin ! i Like to a moving v llage down they came , ’ Cr own d w h n s s it gree leave , and face all on All n in madly da c g through the pleasant valley, ! To scare thee , Melancholy O O s s ! then , then , thou wa t a imple name And I a i forgot thee , s the berr ed holly s s i By hepherd s forgotten , when , in June , Tall chestnuts keep away the sun and moon ’ I rush d into the folly !

his n Within car , aloft , you g Bacchus stood , T r iflin his - g ivy dart , in dancing mood , i n .With s delong laughi g ; And little rills of crimson wine imbrued H is s h n plump white arm , and s oulders, e ough ’ F o r Venus pearly bite And S s his ass near him rode ilenu on , Pelted with flowers as he on did pa ss s uaflin Tip ily q g. [146] r D s s ! ! Whence came ye , mer y am el whence came ye So o an s h ? many, and s many , d uc glee s Why have ye left your bowers de olate , s Your lute , and gentler fate We s ! s follow Bacchu Bacchu on the wing, A conquering !

s B s ! Bacchu , young acchu good or ill betide , We dance before him through kingdoms wide

Come hither, lady fair , and joined be To our wild minstrelsy Dance

Alfr ed K r eymborg

I went to a dance la st night .

And it occurred to me , S omehow, That you and father u sed to dance

Though I never saw you .

Folk speak of it , G ently,

‘ With tender admiration . It must have been fun dancing with

Though you were small .

’ I s m growing younger these day . s After a fa hion . ’ I ll be a dancer some day . May I have the next dance ? That old Strau ss walt z The wind is playing for you ? s You u ed to love me , too Will you ?

And their gauze and their sparkles d esigned for a dance s - By the leader of fairy land fa shion in France .

But it the s the old lady fairies s out by tree , An d the old beaux attend them a s pert as you please . They quiz z the young dancers and scorn their display And deny any grace to the dance of to-day ; “ O ’ ” In beron s reign , ’ So in they re heard to compla , When we went out at night we could temper our fun i s n s in n i now W th ome ma ner da c ng, but there are ’ nonef

s t s s But at la t , though hemu ic goe gallantly on , nd n r A the da cers are none of them wea y or gone , h i i When the gauze is in rags and the a r s awry,

- Comes a light in the E a st and a sudden cock cry . With a scurry of fea r Then they all di sappear ; Leaving never a trace of their gay little selves

- Or the winter night dance of the fairies and elves . The Dance

Gra ce D enio L itchﬁeld [I 849

s Let the mu ic play , I would dance alway Dance till the dawn of the bright young day !

Wild notes are sounding swift lights are glancing, — And 1 1 am mad with the r apture of dancing

Mad with a breathless delight . i rm W th thine a to enfold me , s Thy trong arm to hold me , I an s i could dance through endle s n ght .

Doth the music play ? O i it — sa r s oh , y But the sound of thy voice that I hear for alway ? Is it thy smile or the sweet lights glancing ? Is it thy presence or only the dancing Makes the whole world so glad ? Love I ah me Or ? the dance , or thee Am I mad ? Am I mad ? Am I mad ?

Bid the mu sic play ! Let us dance alway Through all life through all time dance for ever a nd aye ! Such wild notes are sounding ! Such bright lights a re glancing ! — And 1 1 am mad with the madness of dancing Of dancing ? or dancing with thee ? ’ Let thy heart s love enfold me ! ’ Thy heart s strength uphold me ! Let us dance till earth cea se s to be !

As hi i I throttled s w ndpipe , the purr

Of his breath with the waltz became blurred .

n I have ridden te miles through the dark, Wi s n th that mu ic, an i fernal din ! Pounding rhythmic inside me . Just hark One ! Two ! Three ! And my ﬁngers sink in T o his s s ﬂe h when the violin , thin A nd . straining with passion , grow stark

One ! ! ! Oh o f s ! Two Three , the horror ound

While she danced I was crushing his throat . s h er u He had ta ted the joy of , wo nd Round I r t her body, and hea d him gloat

On s I s . the favour . That in tant mote One ! Two ! Three ! How the dancers swirl round !

i He s here in the room , in my arm , His limp body hangs on the spin Of s the waltz we are dancing, a warm Of blood-drops is hemming us in ! ‘ Round and round ! One ! Two ! Three ! I i s red like h s tongue lolling warm .

! ! n One ! Two Three A d the drums are his knell . i hi He s heavy , s feet beat the ﬂoor As I drag him about in the swell

Of . the waltz With a menacing roar ,

The trumpets crash in through the door . On ! ! ! s hi e Two Three clang s funeral bell . [1 54]

A Fable for Critics

J a mes R ussell L ow ell [I 8I O- I 89I ]

And k folks are beginning to thin it looks odd, To choke a poor scamp for the glory of Go d ; And that He who esteems the Virginia reel A s n t s bait to draw ai ts from heir piritual weal , -And regards the quadrille a s a far greater knavery Than crushing His African children with slavery Since all who take part in a waltz or cotillio n

‘ ’ Ar for on s e mounted hell the Devil own pillion , ho a v x r s l s W , s e ery true orthodo Ch i tian we l know , A s s pproache the heart through the door of the toe , I a s i s s s That He , w s ay ng, who e judgment are tored su as s hi For ch take steps in de pite of s word , Should look with delight on the agonized prancing Of a wretch who ha s not the least ground for his

dancing . The Dancer in the Wood

J ohn R ussell M c Ca r thy [1 880

s m No ong of ny ph within the laughing dell, No dance of naia d by the wooded lake ;

.All s s s graceful prite , that in the fore t dwell Or n in fancy the free wooi g make , Ar a nd t e faded on the wind , heir soft spell

s s n s s . Dream into ile ce , with the word they pake — Yet when Apollo envious red w a s he ! hi n n s s s Beat s relucta t wi g again t the we t , s s sea Within a wood that whi per of the , I saw three maples bend to make a ne st ; And s and , on a udden , blithe merrily, A u s Like Dancing pril came their maiden g e t .

Her raiment w as a wind spun woof of spray That covered her with kisses for a veil ; Her dancing lilted like a lyric lay ’ s n Of a wild young poet, i ging a lover s tale ; An d two her feet , that trod the fragrant way, s n Kept time with heart that k ow not how to fail .

’ s Kept time with lovers heart , for she w as young And had come forth to dance the dance of spring ; ’ And s when her body anthem had been sung, W d ss s as ss s or le and weet, ki e on the wing,

She . s n ﬂed Like chime that have bee rung . s so The maple trembled at fair a thing . [1 57 ] Ho ! Dancers

J ohn R ussell M c Ca r thy [I 889

s ! k Ho , dancer in your sil en hose And s evening dre s and all , So deftly stepping on the toes Of s other at the ball , an s How c you heed Terp ichore , ’ When sounds the skater s call ? How can you grin and enter in n The glari g perfumed hall , When o n the lake the skaters make S s s uch rhythmic mu ic weet, That all the stars and moons and things Go wi shing they had feet ?

The swallows fain would hock their wings ' s To purcha e gliders neat , And even boats go sailing on

A set of skates complete . s ! s s Ho , dancer drop your ilk , and don s uT he swift and gleaming kate , And roll to music that the winds Ar e singing soon and late ; u Go fo rth in graceful curlic es, Or glide in haughty state H o s ! d o ﬂ s s s , dancer the atin hoe , ” And do the ﬁgure eight .

To Dance

Ma r a r e c ee g t B . M G I want to dance ! When the sun catches the a spen leaves They dance ; When it ﬂecks the grass es and mottles the streams They dance ; When the dark storm bends the black branches And the wind whips up the waves They dance ; a lm The bird swings on the e twig, The sa in p races the tree , s s st Hor e run in the pa ure , s s Mi t fairie glide to and fro in the valley,

Cloud children play in heaven ,

' sta r in an The s s g d dance , And I w ant to d ance ! I b s can e rain drop . I he s s can leave and bending gras es, G s s s s old mottled tream and running hor e ,

sa s Racing p and the hidden heart of ﬂower .

I can be ﬁre light and moon light , A s s s s s child of the night mi t and a i ter of the tar . Al l the world sings and dances,

An I all the . d am a child of world I want to sing, and I want to dance .

m or Conte ar Verse. Co r i ht Dee. R rinted p y py g , ep by per mission tor of the edi . [1 60 ] A Child Dancing at Twilight

Anna Bla nche M cGill

Once in the wind-stirred twilight

- Tip toe under a green tree , I saw s n you waying a mome t, Light as a leaf breeze-lifted s Yet to no mu ic , save haply The rippling exqui site rhythms O ’ f Joy in a child s heart singing .

Ah s , what melodies fre het Of gladness the tune w a s calling ! What Flutes of Dream were piping ? Almost I heard them silvering With high cool treble the twilight s Minstrel y of white magic ,

Your woven paces compelling .

Darling little dancer of twilight, I Would might hold you forever , s sa Fa t in my heart as I w you , n sk n White in the spri g du swayi g, n s s Q uicke ing my brea t with memorie , Young like you and as lovely

The Dreams that once danced in my heart . The Child- Dancers

P er cy Ma ckaye [1 875

A bomb ha s fa llen o'ver Nétr e D a me Ger ma ns ha v e bur ned a no ther B elgia n Russia ns quelled in the east : E ngla nd

I se s . clo d my eye , and laid the paper down

Gray ledge and moor-grass and pale bloom of light By pale blue sea s ! f -s What laughter o a child world prite , S a O s weet s the horn s of lone ctober bee , S i ? hrills the faint shore with mellow, old del ght What elves are these In s s r - as sea and mock g ay blue ledge , Dancing upon the silvered edge Of darkne ss each ecstatic one s Making a happy ori on , i s -s un ? W th shining limb , to the low unken s See : now they cea se Like ne sting birds from ﬂight Demure and debonair ’ They troop beside their hostess chair To make their bedtime courtesies : Spoko inoi na tchil Gute Na chtl B on soir ! B a n s oir l Good night! What far-gleamed lives are these Linked in one holy family of art ? [1 62]

Dance Motive

(Lethe )

Per cy Ma ckaye [I 875

Alone by a starless sea I lay with sorrow ; And mi sts of slumber breathed From the mouth of my lover ;

And I rose from his numbing arms “ An : ! d moaned 0 , release me

Let me ﬂame , let me leap once more On the hills of vi sion !

Then one by one stood round us Stars of the morning :

Their lyric bodies sang , Their torch-limbs beckoned ;

’ But the fog of my blind lover s breath Congealed their burning Till they drooped on the banks of dawn s -s Like lilie s fro t lain ,

And I drooped to his lethal Of s angui h , and lay there Till the shy stars bloomed By shore s of the evening [1 64 ] k t Bec oning anew , with heir palms Of ﬂame , to rejoin them

On the mountains of joy, and once more I rose in my yearning

And gazed : I am coming ! But ah ! The arrows of my gazing s Pierced them there , ide by side , A nd they waned by the waters,

s Lying like mermaid , dead

In the shoals of twilight . s a nd ss Then my oul waned with them , ki ed

The cold mouth of my lover .

s s s s But till , through the pul ing mi t f O our pitiful dreaming, I feel their immortal eyes

Burning with wonder .

mission of the u lishers T he Macmillan Com. Rep rinted by p er p b ,

n rom Com lete Poems b Perc Macka e. p a y, f p , y y y M Dance , y Children

N or ma n Ma cl eod [I 8I2 - I 872 ]

! s ss s ! Dance , my children lad , and la e s fﬂ s s ! Cut and hu e , toe and heel

Piper , roar from every chanter, Hurricanes of Highland reels !

t Make the old barn shake wi h laughter , it Beat s ﬂooring like a drum , r i Tulloch o rum Batte it w th g , Till the storm without is dumb !

S s in weep in circle like a whirlw d, i Flit across l ke meteors glancing, s ss Crack your ﬁnger , shout in gladne , Think of nothing but of dancing !

’ Now look at dat limber Jonah tryin to tech d e fancy ﬂing ! (Who ebber seed a yaller nigger dat could cut de pidgin-wing ?) ’ T r d at s s s y lick agin , dar, Mo e ; tell you what , dat hard to beat ! ’ (How kin sech a little nigger handle sech a pile 0 feet !)

’ Swing your corners ! Tur n your pa rdner s l ( Pea rs ’ ’ de motion s gittin slow ’ What s de matter wid de music ? Put some r osgum on dat bow ! ’ ’ ch ! so s ! see Mo e up , Tom Don be leepy Let em what you kin do ; ’ Light off in de gra-vine-twis an knock de double ” shuﬂle l , too

’ Gosh ! Dat d ubble-j inted Steben flings a hifalutin hoof ! ’ ’ k d s ks He kic s de u plum out de plan , an jars de shingles on de roof ! ’ n ! Steady, now , an check de motio Let de fiddler stop de chune l ’ ’ ’ ss c s i I smell de po um fro de crack , an supper gw ne to call you soon ! ’ s it h anda altz in n De white folk come mighty y, w rou ’ so nice an fine ; ’ ’ But when you comes to reg lar dancin , niggers leabes ’ em way behin’ The Dance

E d n V incent illa I 8 Z a S t. M y [ Q

How stealthily their feet upon the ﬂoor S down l — s s s trike the e are no pirit , but a band Of s i children , urely, leap ng hand in hand th ! Into e air, in groups of three and four Wearing their silken rags a s if they wore ss s Leaves only and light gra e , or a strand Of k s s s blac elu ive eaweed oozing and , And a n ! running hard , s if alo g a shore o s I know h w lo t forever , and at length s s ss s s How till , the e lovely to ing limb hall lie , And the b right laughter and the panting breath An d yet , before such beauty and s uch strength , A as s is gain , alway when the dance high ,

I am rebuked that I believe in death . H N aste Thee , ymph

J o hn Milton [1 008- 1 074]

s Ha te thee , nymph , and bring with thee s l t Je t and youthful jo li y, s n s s Q uip , and cra k , and wanton wile , od s s w r ea théd s s N , and beck , and mile , ’ S as s uch hang on Hebe cheek , And love to live in dimple sleek ; Sport that wrinkled care derides ; And i laughter holding both h s sides. as ou Come , and trip it ’ y go On the light fantastic toe , And in thy right hand lead with thee

s . The mountain nymph , weet Liberty

H a r r iet M onr oe Come with me All that live ! Dance with me Love and give ! Gi s ! ve me your love , ye soul of the corn and the vine Dance with me ! laugh with me ! crowd me ! be mine ! — t be mine ! Up from the ea rth in your splendor of scarlet and gold s s the Ha te , oh make ha te ere warm rich year grow old ! Ye throngs that gaily rise Multitudinou s As the red red leaves that ﬂutter All tremulous When the wind rides down from the skies ; Ye spirits that shout and mutter

In laughter , in pain , When the year of her sowing and reaping s n Would wa te agai , s e Come spend of your trea ur , full heaping, B e s ! lavi h , be bold s Ca st your hope on the wind , from your feet shake the dark damp mould [1 7 1 ] s Come dancing, come houting, come leaping, See the earth grow cold !

Come , wings of the air ; come , feet that trample the grasses ! - s k ! Come , tree top pirits that indle the leave s to ﬂame s s a h Come , prite of the se that shout w en the gray storm pa sses !

Come , wraiths of the de sert whom sorrow nor death may tame ! n ! Come eat of the rich ripe fruit , come dri k of the vine i Come dance t ll your revels are drunken with joy,

with wine . i For the labor s over and done , The spoil of the battle is won ! Ah s trample it, catter it , Ca st it afar ! The tempests will batter it On with the war ! s t Let your bright robe ﬂoat, let hem whirl with the ru sh of your feet The gauzes of crimson and gold ! G s ive your will to the wind they are cha sing , they s ha te , they are ﬂeet,

They are eager and ruthless and bold . On ! on ! till you circle the earth with the rush of

your dancing, With the shout and the song ; c s r in - Till your horal of crowd , like a iver ﬂood time n advanci g,

Dance the Romaika Tho ma s M o or e [1 780 - 1 852 ]

’ Oh B alaika i s a , when the s heard o er the e , ’ I ll dance the Romaika by moonlight with thee ;

n s s If wave s then advanci g, hould teal on our play, in s s . Thy white feet , dancing , hall cha e them away ’ ' n B al ika is sea Whe the a heard o er the , ’ '

i own o v . Thou lt dance the Roma ka , my l e , with me ’ On n then , how featly the da ce we ll renew, Treading so ﬂeetly its light maze s through ’ ’ ’ i s Till stars, looking o er us from heaven s h gh bow r Would change their bright choru s for one dance of ours ! ’ a a i ea When the Bal ik s heard o er the s , ’ o . Thou lt dance the R maika , my own love , with me The Fudge Family in Paris

Thomas M oor e [I 780 - I 852 ]

— ! - a But, the dancing ah parlez moi , Dolly, de c in is s There , deed , a treat that charm all but Papa . Such beauty such grace oh ye sylphs of romance ! ask he Fly, ﬂy to Titania , and her if s has One light-footed nymph in her train that can dance

° Like divine Bigottini and sweet Fanny Bias ! ’ n — — Fa ny Bias in Flora dear creature you d swear , kl When her delicate feet in the dance twin e round, s s i is That her tep are of l ght , that her home the air, And she a r is s only p compla ance touche the ground . And w hen Bigo ttini in Psyche dishevels b i Her lack ﬂowing hair , and by daemons s driven , Oh ! not s i v s Who does envy tho e rude l ttle de il , a d ? That hold her and hug her, n keep her from heaven — so so i s s Then , the music ftly t cadence die , S Oh ! t and o divinely Dolly be ween you I , ’ ’ I t s a-well for my peace that there s nobody nigh — ’ To make love to me then you ve a soul and can judge ’ What a cri si s twould be for your friend Biddy Fudge . Indian Dancers

S a r oj ini N a id u [1 879- 1

E s s s ye ravi hed with rapture , cele tially panting, what pa ssionate bosoms aﬂaming with ﬁre Drink deep of the hush of the hyacinth heavens that glimmer a ro und them in fountains of light ; 0 wild and entrancing the strain of keen music that th cleaveth e stars like a wail of desire , And beautiful dancers with houri-like faces bewitch s s the voluptuou watche of night .

The scents of roses and sandalwood ﬂutter and die in

- the maze of their gem tangled hair , And smiles are entwining like magical serpents the poppies of lips that are opiate-sweet ; Their glittering ga rments of purple are burning like s tremulous dawn in the quivering air , s o the And exqui site , subtle and l w are tinkle and tread

- s s . of their rhythmical , lumber oft feet

n s s n s i Now sile t, now inging and wayi g and w nging, s s s like blossoms that bend to the breeze or hower , n s no Now wanto ly winding, they ﬂa h , w they falter , s n c and, lingering, langui h in radia t hoir ;

- r - Their jewel girt arms and warm , wave ing, lily long s fingers enchant through melodiou hours, s E yes ravi shed with rapture , cele tially panting, what pa ssionate bosoms aflaming with fire ! [1 76]

The Dancer

Gra ce Fa ll ow N or ton [I 870

’ There s a shining in the Northlands Because my love is there ; s his hi It come from brow, the heart in s breast , And hi s n- from s u gold hair . I am dancing a lone in the Southland B s is o ecau e he s fair .

W s t s s hen he ailed unto ho e countrie , Intolerable on their night Fell the ﬂaming of the leaping Of his white galley-light They knew not in the Northl ands s That aught could hine so bright .

And -s i I , nard cented , s lken ,

- By tropic fever tossed,

Lay burning, ever burning, Though I wa s bound in frost ; ere For I , he had found me ,

as s . Though lordly lodged , w lo t

O as And , I w anhungered,

And 0 , they brought me food . s Gold were our ﬁeld , yet famine

Raged ever in my blood . s ! He lived , he hone I lived not

Till I knew his kinghood . [1 78] And now I dance in the darkness And in the still noon air ; I dance in a dream at midnight With a jewel in my hair ; s - s My sandal s cru h the almond bloom , Because he is so fair ! Dancing Boys

J a mes Oppenheim [I 882

Two dancing boys at bedtime . On a e of them w s mine .

They were naked : of shapeliest grace of body ; and s lightne s of foot . W s s aving their hand , crooking their knee , they wove

in and out ,

s s s . With improvi ed pattern , pontaneous de ign he t e The yellow hair of one , t black hair of h other shook free and wild Their cheeks glowed ; their eyes sparkled ; thei r lips opened in laughter ; s s k the Like little avages, like Indian boy na ed in

moonlight .

Two boys dancing at bedtime . ne a O of them w s mine .

Dancers

J a mes Oppenheim [1 882

E and I have a notion tonight, that the arth I , ’ s locked in each other s arm , Are dancing madly through the skie s i Overcome the subl mity of life , i t s s su s Wh le he whirling dervi she , the peedy n ,

Pause to behold us. A Dancing Girl

F ra nces S a rg ea nt Osg ood [I 8I 1 - 1 85 0] — She comes the spirit of the dance ! And s s but for tho e large , eloquent eye , ss r Where pa ion speaks in eve y glance , S ’ he d seem a wanderer from the skies.

So light that , gazing breathless there , s s m s Le t the cele tial drea hould go , ’ You d think the music in the air Waved the fair vision to and fro !

’ Or that the melody s sweet ﬂow

Within the radiant creature played , And those soft wreathing arms of snow

And white sylph feet the music made .

Now gliding slow with dreamy grace , s s Her eye s beneath their la hes lo t, i Now mot onless, with lifted face ,

And small hands on her bosom crossed .

she s s And now with ﬂa shing eyes pring ,

Her whole bright ﬁgure raised in air, As if her soul had spread its wings And poi sed her one wild instant there !

he s so S poke not ; but , richly fraught

With language are her glance and smile ,

That , when the curtain fell , I thought She lk had been ta ing all the while . [1 83 ] Herodias

’ Ar thur O S ha ughnessy [1 844 - 1 881 ]

Her lo ng black hai r danced round her like a snake ’ Allured to each cha rmd movement she did make ; Her voice came strangely sweet ; She s O ang , Herod wilt thou look on me Have I no beauty thy heart cares to see ? And what her voice did sing her dancing feet ’ Se v emd e er to repeat .

She s n O ? a g , Herod , wilt thou look on me s What weet I have , I have it all for thee And through the dance and song She freed and ﬂoated on the air her arms ’ Above thin i ls that hid her bosom s charms The pa ssion of her singing wa s so strong s It drew all heart along .

e s H r weet arms were unfolded on the air, ’ They seem d like ﬂoating ﬂowers the most fair White lilies the most choice : And in the gradual b ending of her hand ’ There lurk d a grace that no man could withstand ; s Yea , none knew whether hand , or feet or voice ,

Most made his heart rejoice .

And dragon-ﬂies At sunrise over mi sty pools But all these things h ad never known a name sa Until I w Pavlowa dance .

Next day the editor explained a a — Th t although art w s art , ’ He d found a boy to take my place . The days that followed When I wa lked the town S s s k eeking for ome ort of wor , The haze of Indian Summer Blended with the dream f ’ O that one night s magic. And though I needed work to keep alive ; My thoughts would go no further a Than Pavlowa s the maid Giselle .

Then cold days came , And found the drea m a fabric much too thm And finally a job , n A d I w as back to stomach fare . But through the years ’ n s s I ve ur ed the acrifice , Counting it a tribute Unlike all the things That kings and queens have laid before her feet And wi shing somehow she might know About the price The cub reporter paid see To Pavlowa dance . [1 3 6] An d then by trick o f time , We came together at the Hippodrome ; e And every day I saw h r dance . One morning in the darkened wings I saw a big-eyed woman in a filmy thing Go through the exerci ses Athletes use when training fo r a team ; And from a stage-hand learned

That this Pavlowa , incompa r able one , Out of every day spent hours On s s elementary practice tep . And now somehow I can not ﬁnd the heart To tell Pavlowa of the pri ce I paid ee he To s r dance . Dancing Girls

Ar thur Peters on [I 85 1

W i elcome once more , ye danc ng forms That do intoxicate my soul ! Your beauty is a magic bowl

Whose draught my weary spi r it warms.

k Forward and bac ward , round and round , Like nymphs Arcadian on the lea ;

Naught but the r hythmic dance I see, ’ s I hear naught but the mu ic s sound .

’ s s s The mu ic ound, the rhythmic dance , s s The happy face ﬂu hed , the feet ’ s s Time keeping to the mu ic beat , i s ! The lovely l mb , the tender glance

0 what more beautiful than thi s ? Than maidens in the mazy dance ? A draught it is that doth entrance ’ ’ My soul : delight s elixir tis l

Dance Figure

E z ra Pound [I 885

- Dark eyed , O woman of my dreams, s Ivory andalled , i s There s none like thee among the dancer ,

' None with swift feet .

t s I have not found hee in the tent ,

In the broken darkness . I have not found the e at the well-head A mong the women with pitchers . Thine arms are as a young sapling under a r s Thy face s a iver with light .

White as an almond are thy shoulders ; s As new almonds stripped from the hu k.

They guard thee not wi th eunuchs ;

Not with bars of copper . Gilt turquoi se and silver are in the place of s A brown robe , with thread of gold woven in

hast thou gathered about thee , -I - — - anaie at the . O Nathat k , Tee river

As a rillet among the sedge are thy hands upon me ;

Thy ﬁngers a frosted stream . Thy maidens are white like pebbles s Their mu ic about thee .

There is none like thee among the dancers ;

None with swift feet . The Dance

J ohn C ow per Pow ys [I 872

Dance on ; we would not touch you , r Nay let us tu n a side , ’ Lest the shadow of what we ve looked é s In our ey s should be de cried . So mewhere at least mu st ﬁngers Be cla sped to the burning sun ; ' Somewhere must limbs be music To the tune the fates have spun ; Somewhere the high immortals Must have oblations poured ; So in ss s mewhere cla ic portal , T he gods must be adored ; Somewhere must life be beauty h u the s d r n s T o gh p r ophet a ke their eye , Somewhere mu st beauty be very truth a s Though the pl nets fall from the kies . Dance on : heed no t our plight

: and Da nce on be cruel free , D ance like a ﬂame in the night ! Dance like a star on the sea !

You smote the universe in the mouth And you saved us Y ou a woman . The Belle of the Ball

Willia m Ma ckw or th P ra ed [I 802 - 1 83 9]

I saw her at a county ball ; There when the sound of ﬂute and ﬁddle G s s ave ignal weet in that old hall , Of d hands across and down the mid le , Hers w as the subtlest spell by far Of all that sets young hearts romancing ; She as s w the queen , our ro e , our star ; And she — O ! when danced h, heaven , her dancing A Dancer

Ca l e Yo u ng R ice [I 872

as s Beautiful a wave before it break , And as e has troubling a wav when it broken , You are a s one whose luring spirit wakes s so s De ire deep it can never be poken . You are as one to whom men sing a paean Of s s prai e , then long to trangle with wild throes , is For the body of you a thing Circean , s n Your heart a my tery that no man k ows .

Beautiful as a gull that brea sts the waters s n s ea Then goe upon swift wi gs acro s the s , ’ You are as one of Time s eternal daughters s s Who never give de ire atiety. s Your feet go through the heart of men , and ﬂowers

Of passion spring, to haunt them till they die ; For you were framed by those elu sive po wers s That made E ve for more bliss than E den igh .

Prince ! Your grave is ﬁlled and gra ssed ; s s Ha ten , ere the la t worm glut On your last lone biopla st ’ Here s a dance you cannot cut !

To a Child Dancing

( On Gra nd S tr eet)

Os ca r R o esner [I 874

in s Tripp gly trip , unhou ed of care , s i s Let feet fa h on gay rhythm rare , In and out of the hurrying throng Sylph-like weave your way along s sun From L hadow into the , n i Featly foot it till da ce s done . s - Poi e and pirouette half clad maid , i s e Happy, l ght om and unafraid , S i - s ma n corn ng beggar and old clothe ,

Vender , cadet, and garbage can , i s s a nd Bab e , broker , buggie thief .

an s . Rabbi , harlot d gang ter chief Merrily skip and trip on toe s ’ in What s the future no one knows . Christmas Night

I r w in R usse”[1 853 - 1 870]

’ ’ ’ ’ O Mahsr ! let dis gath rin ﬁn a blessi n in yo sight ! ’ ’ Don t j edge us hard fur what we does you know it s Chrismus night ’ ’ An as all de balance ob de yeah we does right s we kin . ’ E f dancin s 0 Mahsr ! n wrong, let de time excuse de si !

’ ’ ’ ’ e s ine a kin ki W labor in de v y d , wu hard an mu n true ; ’ shorel t s e f Now y you won notu , we eats a grape or two , ’ ’ An s s takes a leetle holiday, a leetle re tin pell , ’ ’ ’ B ekase nex s s a r tw , week , we ll tart in fre h , an l bo icet as well .

’ Mahsr dis now s ss Remember, , min , de infulne ob sin

’ ’ Is pendin pon de sper rit what we goes an does it in ’ ’ ’ An in a righchis frame ob min w e s gwine to dance ’ an sing,

’ - - cut . A feelin like King David , when he de pigeon wing

— — It seems to me indeed it do I mebbe mout be wrong Chrismus s That people raly ought to dance , when come alo ng ; ’ Des dance bekase dey s happy like de birds hops in

s de tree , ’ ’ - De pine top ﬁddle soundin to de bo win ob de breeze .

’ has I srul s We no ark to dance afore , like prophet king ; ’ has s n h s us We no harp to ou de c ord , to holp out to smg ; ’ ’ ’ ’ But cordin to de gif s we has we doe s d o bes we

s know , ’ ’ ’ — ’ An folks don t spi se de v i let ﬂow er bekase it ain t

de rose .

’ ’ ss us s sah f e n You ble , plea e , , eben e w s do i wrong

tonight, ’ ’ ’ ’ ’ Kase den we ll need de blessin more n ef w e s doin right ’ ’ An let d ssi s w id s untel s e ble n tay u , we come to die , ’ An goes to keep our Chrismus wid dem sher rifs in de sky !

’ ’ Yes res i an l - , tell dem p h s gu s w e s a gwine to j ine em soon ; ’ ’ Our voices we s a-tr a inin fur to sing de glo ry tune ’ ’ ’ We s w us ready hen you wants , an it ain t no matter when ’ ’ ’ O Mahsr ! s ! call yo chillen oon , an take em home

Amen .

Salome

Pitts S a nbor n [1 884

-s Thou ill tarred daughter o f Herodias,

n s Danci g enigma , impi h tool of doom , Demurely stepping through the scented gloom Where in the brazier light they wait to pass

O s s ver thy limb the veils that dropped, ala ,

s r a Be ide the ci ste n that w s soon the tomb ,

U s n i n heathi g, veil by ve l , the fatal bloom s That cloyed the gaze of Herod Antipa .

’ Didst thou then lu st so for the lips of John o Thou didst not sicken at the bl od thereon , The hu sks of life from which the life had gone ? s Indeed , I think thou wa t the docile child, ssi n Doing thy turn by pa o unbeguiled ,

- s a nd . As Memling drew thee , aucer eyed mild Ca r l S a ndburg [I 878

n u s s s a n Fli g yo r red carf fa ter and fa ter, d cer .

is s the sun v s It ummer and lo e a million gr een leaves, masse s of green

- Your red scarf ﬂa shes across them calling and a calling. The silk and ﬂare of it is a great soprano leading a choru s Carried along in a rouse of voices r eaching for the

heart of the world . Your toes are singing to meet the song of your arms

Let the red scarf go swifter .

Summer and the sun command you. An E nd of Dancing

Ow en S ea ma n [1 801

i a s s T me w s, a few brief lu tre back , ’ - m e When in the many d a s l d dance , s E r e I had grown supine and lack, It w as my purest joy to prance

The whole night long, ’ Returning with the milkman s matin song .

s a s My wai t w s relatively lim , ’ And to the waltz s amorou s ﬂow s None brought a lu tier turn of limb , A s lighter , more ela tic toe ; It was a treat

Merely to sit and wa tch my mobile feet .

But now the jumping movement jars Upon a fr ame maturely stout ; ’ And when I ve borne a dozen bar s I ﬁnd my wind is giving out ; I wheeze ; I puh ;

I tell my partner I have had enough .

And while I undergo repair ,

And she s the , impatient , paw ground , ask s I my elf what brought me there ,

They Who Dance

Ma rj or ie All en S eiffer t

The feet of dancers

Shine with laughter , Their hearts are vibrant as bells ;

The air ﬂows by them

Divided , like water

Before a gleaming ship .

s s Triumphantly their bodie ing , Their eyes

Ar e blind with mu sic .

Beneath their feet . Weave the Dance

Per cy Bysshe S hell ey [1 702 -1 822] CHORUS

Weave the dance on the ﬂoor of the breeze , ’ so s s Pierce with wild ng heaven ilent light ,

E n s s chant the day that too wiftly ﬂee , its To check ﬂight ere the cave of Night .

Once the hungry Hours were hounds s Which cha ed the day like a bleeding deer, And it limped and stumbled with many wounds

Through the nightly dells o f the desert year .

s s But now, oh weave the my tic mea ure

f us s s O m ic, and dance , and hape of light , s r s s Let the Hours, and the pi it of might and plea ure ,

s . Like the clouds and sunbeam , unite

A VOICE Unite

PANTHEA

e S s m See, wh re the pirit of human ind

a v s . Wrapped in sweet sounds, s in bright eil , approach CHORUS OF SPIRITS We join the throng Of the dance and the song, By the whirlwind of gladness borne along ; As the ﬂying-ﬁsh leap

From the Indian de ep , - a s s e . And mix with the se bird , half a le p

The Fairies ’ Dance

F ra nk - D empster S her ma n [1 800 1 01 0]

Once in the morning when the breeze Set all the leaves a stir, And music ﬂoated from the trees As from a dulcimer ,

saw s s e I the ro e , one by on , a Bow gracefully, s though A fairy dance were just begun

Upon the ground below .

s s The lilie white , be ide the walk,

Like ladies fair and tall , Together joined in whispered talk ’ About the fairie s ball ; The slender gra sses waved along n The garde path , and I ’ Could almost hear the fairies song b When blew the light wind y. I waited there till noon to hear The elﬁn mu sic Swe et ; I saw the servant bees appear In golden jackets neat ; And though I wi shed just once to s The happy little elve , They were so much afraid of me They never showed themselve s ! The Fire Dancer

i L ew s Wor thington S mith [1 860

l A c s n s riot of o or , the orie t plendor of dawn , The grace of a face round and sweet in its meshings of lace

w s Where pearly and hite fall the opaline light, till the space I s full of the filmy and fragrant eflulgence of flowers Where rose petals close through the languorou s lapse s of the hour , And fancie s are glances that smile in the eyes and are

gone .

n The lowly and slowly, i n s L ke wi d drugged with moly , Or blown over meadows of a sphodel bloom

Where hyacinths pour out thei r heavy perfume , iolms a nd The v breathe , the billowy clouds touched w ith ﬁr e s s os Break out into butterﬂy wing , gaudy apphire and r e , l s a sk Brave purp es and amethy ts lucent s dawn in the y, is s When up , like a cup that pouring the wine of de ire , The sun ri ses over the hill s and the singers go by s s s With hymns to Aurora , who e limb catch the hue , s where she goe , s n Of lily and rose , and the form , weetly rou ded and

warm , x s s Of soft , wa y petal that hide in the leave from the

storm . he s s the T n waying and lithe , as a pirit too blithe for

earth, Like webs of the spider the winds toss and turn in the

sun, s s While over the network the delicate himmering run , A s n s a s ﬁre s bright , iride ce t , and strangely cane cent That plays in the blaze where a diamond or opal ha s r bi th , She glides on the tides of the mu sic that thrills with s de ire .

She sways as the fronds Of the fern that re sponds To the ki ss of that r ifler s s tr ifler Of weet , that gay s s The South Wind . Her robe , oft and fine , Drift out on the air and then twine In mazes of happy inclosure ’ fi ur x s About her fair g e s e po ure , Pr otecting and draping its exqui site shaping Wi th luminous fold upon fold of spun gold ss s s That trembles and faintly di emble , e caping s Again in a flutter of sun hine unrolled , Like noonday ablaze on the gra ss of the summer at height Then lightly a s winds that blow ripplingly over the wheat ’ That bends as if yielding itself to a lover s delight s An d ofler ing grace for caresse s unspeakably weet ,

She ﬂings her spread wings to the full of their emerald expanse And turns where the heart of joy burns in the swirl

of the dance . The Dance

Willia m S omer v ill e [1 075 -1 742 ]

See with what pomp The gaudy bands advance in trim array ; ’ ’ s in r Love beat ev ry vein , from ev y eye s his i s . s n Dart contag ou ﬂame They fri k , they bou d , Now to bri sk airs and to the speaking strings

A s x ttentive , in midway the e e s meet

s ir s s s ss Joyou , the adver e front they clo e , and pre s ic m u To tr t e brace , as resol te to force ’ And storm a pa ssage to each other s heart ; ’ for ew a rn d Till , by the varying note s , back they Recoil disparted ; each with longing eyes s his Pur ues mate retiring, till again The blended sexe s mix ; then hand in hand ’ s lock d n Fa t , arou d they ﬂy , or nimbly wheel

In maze s intricate . The jocund troop , ’ Pleas ss s d with their grateful toil , ince ant hake s n s Their uncouth brawny limb , and k ock their heel Sonorou s ; down each brow the trickling balm s x s s s In torrent ﬂow , e haling weet refre h ’ o heav nl s The gazing cr wd , and y fragrance ﬁll ’ S ue s The circuit wide . o da d in day of yore , ’ s When Orpheus play d a lesson to the brute , ’ The list ning savages ; the speckled pard a nd n Dandled the kid , with the boundi g roe ’ ’ heav nl M s The lion gambol d . But what y u e n retta s With equal lays shall Ga de ing,

Isadora Duncan Dancing

-5 J oel E lias Spr inga r n [1 875 ]

s Dance , and let tired eye , weary of seeing only Feed for once their ﬁll upon immortal music ;

s - Dance , and let the dream of poets half forgotten , Speak through you a s never spoke thei r printed page s ; s s r s Dance , and let the pictured vi ion of the painte Move and spe ak and breathe and tear our quickened heart-strings o and s Dance , and in the thr bbing joy of rhythm ge ture ,

s . Mu ic, poetry, and painting melt together

kn s s c Now I ow the power, under tand the e ret , so Why the old religious took you to their bo m , d s Wound themselves about you , calle your magic acred , ms i Why we mode , lacking faith , have lived w thout you e A s h While you dance , once mor the egean dance wit you ; All the heathen black folk whisper secrets to you ; On the western plains the red man stops and li stens ; s t s v Gods and idol , faith and beau y, alway cra ing

Human motion married to immortal music . The Dancer

J a mes S tephens I will not dance sa I y I will not dance . d Your au ience , pah , let them go home again , S leek, ugly pigs . Am I to hop and prance As o as l ng they will pay, And os fo r p ture their eyes, and lay My womanhood before them ? Let them drain ’ s snuﬂl e s Their porter pot and I ll not tay .

For he is dead h I tell you e is dead .

Go d di a My , d you not hear me s y it Twice already ? I held his groaning head e ms In th se remembering ar , And cu rsed the charms s That could not stop his going . Mu t I bay it Like a dog to you ? Q uit your alarms !

They shout and stamp ? T let s s hen, them hout and tamp , — ’ Those booted hogs and lechers I m away O God To sit beside my dead . , you tramp

Upon me too , and twine More sorrow s round me than are mine ’ ba r With holy unconcern . Don t my way, ’ Ah-h-h s s n ! I m going to my dead . , tamping wi e

i i of the u lishers Th e Macmillan Com a n Repr inted by perm ss on p b , p y,

I n urr ections b ames Ste hens. from s , y J p [2 1 9] The Dance

J a mes S tev ens

Riotou s ragtime from the throbbing strings ’ The booming ho rns and the drum s rhythmic roar s The rope are loosened , and the golden ﬂoor

Becomes a garden of gay human things. Pale faces smile and the sad heart now sings ; And s s s i s dream tir weetly , and pa n leeps once more In those who know that dancing is a door

To fairy fanes where naught but laughter rings .

’ s s A frail one joyou , in her lover arm , Like a weak ﬂower enchanted by the rain ; s a nd Forgetting toil , heat , team , the alarm

Of mad machines that roared through hours of pain .

To her young soul the dance is sweet and warm ,

Like light of spr ing where gloom and cold have lain .

The Dancing Days

Ar thur S tr ing er [1 874

’ Tis a year and a day back to Kindr ee Where the ger rls had no shoes to their feet ! ’ Tis many a mile to the ould town ’ Where the childer wanst danced in the street !

’ ’ Here s bread to be had fo r the breakin ’ ’ ’ Here s mollin and frettin and froth ! ’ ’ thinkin s But av Home , how me heart blood ’ Must j ig like a wave 0 Lake Roth !

’ Av Home , och , where down thro the ould street ’ Wid his pipih went Ragged MacGee An thrailed his d faith , how the colleens round at heels And all jigged like the leaves av a tree !

s - s The walls were a tumble av tone heap ,

- w a The skim milk wid wather s thinned, And the thatch it w as broken and moss-grown But we danced like the gra ss in the wind !

n a s Not worth a tra een w the village , ’ But no w an w as sthoppin to fret ’ ’ ’ - - And I ll wager they re goin like a tree top to day , ’ ’ starv in ! Faith , dancin and there yet April Midnight

— Ar thu r S ymons [1 805 J

S s th s n ide by ide through e treets at mid ight ,

Roaming together,

Through the tumultuou s night of London , r s A In the mi aculou pril weath er .

s Roaming together under the ga light, ’ s Day work over, the S s us e t How pring call to , her in the ci y, Calls to the heart from the heart of a lover !

i s s in s Cool the w nd blow , fre h our face , s Clean ing, entrancing, s After the heat and the fumes and the footlight ,

Where you dance and I watch your dancing.

G i ood it s to be here together , G be ood to roaming, o E ven in L ndon, even at midnight, ’ - Lover like in a lover s gloaming .

You the dancer and I the dr eamer,

Children together,

Wandering lost in the night of London,

In the miraculous April weather . [223 ] To A Gitana Dancing

Ar thur Symons [1 805

s a s Becau e you are fair s ouls of the lost are fair , An d s s your eyelid laugh with de ire , and your laughing feet Are s winged with de ire , and your hands are wanton , and sweet

Is s s s the promi e of love in your lip , and the ro e in your hair S s w eet , unfaded , a promi e sweet to be sought , And i as a i the maze you tread s old s the world s old , T herefore you hold me , body and soul , in your hold , And as n is is a s time , you da ce , not , and the world nought a n k s s e You dance , d I now the de ire of all ﬂe h , and th pam i o Of all long ng of body for body ; y u beckon , repel , E and ntreat, entice , and bewilder, and build up the s pell , r e s s ﬂower-s Link by link, with delibe at tep , of a oft

chain .

‘ k the s s You laugh , and I now de pair, and you mile, a nd I know

The delight of your love , and the ﬂower in your hair

is a star . s see It brightens, I follow ; it fade , and I it afar ; You paus e : I awake ; have I dreamt? Was it longer ago

The Primrose Dance

Ar thu r Symons [1 805

S s kirt like the amber petals of a ﬂower , A primrose dancing for delight In some enchantment of a bower Tha t ro se to wizard music in the night ;

A rhythmic ﬂower whose petals pirouette

i s In del cate circle , fain to follow

The vague aerial minuet , The mazy dancing of the swallow ;

’ ’ A ﬂo er w s caprice , a bird s command Of all the airy ways that lie

- In light along the wonder land , The wonder-haunted loneliness of sky ;

So sm - c , in the oke polluted pla e ,

Where bird or ﬂower might never be , t ﬂo er- With glimmering feet , wi h w like face , She s dance at the Tivoli . Nora on the Pavement

Ar thu r Symons [1 805

As Nora on the pavement

n s a nd she n s Da ce , entra ce the grey hour

Into the laughing circle of her power ,

The magic circle of her glance s, As Nora dance s on the midn ight pavement ;

Petulant and bewildered , i s s an Throng ng de ire d longing looks recur , A b r e- nd memora ly incarnate her , A s I remember that old longing, A t a nd footlight fancy, pe ulant bewildered ;

s There where the ballet circle , S ! ee her , but ah not free her from the race Of glittering lines that link and interlace ;

Thi s colour now, now that , may be her , ‘ s In the bright web of tho e ha rmonious circles.

- s s But what are the se dance mea ure , s Leaping and joyou , keeping time alone ’ s With life s capriciou rhythm , and all her own , ’ s s n Life s rhythm and her , long leepi g, n s That wake s, and k ow not why, in the se dance mea sures ? It is the very Nora ; C s a s hild , and mo t blithe , and wild any elf, An r d innocently spendth ift of herself, And s s guilele s and mo t unbeguiled ,

s s s . Her elf at la t, leap free the very Nora

It is the very soul of Nora v s Li ing at la t, and giving forth to the night - i e Bird l ke the burd n of its own delight, All its s de ire , and all the joy of living,

In that blithe madness of the soul of Nora .

Javanese Dancers

Ar thur Symo ns [1 805 - 4

s s Twitched tring , the clang of metal , beaten drums, s s s Dull, hrill, continuou , di quieting ; An d now the stealthy dancer comes, Undulantly with cat-like step s that cling ;

Smiling between her painted lids a smile ss she s Motionle , unintelligible , twine s Her ﬁngers into mazy line ,

The scarves acro ss her ﬁngers twine the while .

ne O , two , three , four glide forth , and , to and fro ,

Delicately and imperceptibly, t Now swaying gen ly in a row , n h i Now interthreadi g slow and rhyt m cally,

x s s s . Still, with ﬁ ed eye , monotonou ly till s s Mysteriou ly, with miles inanimate , i W th lingering feet that undulate , s s s With sinuous ﬁnger , pectral hand that thrill

In measure while the gnats of music whirr , - rs The little amber coloured dance move ,

Like painted idol s seen to stir ,

By the idolaters in a magic grove .

Fern Song

J ohn a bb 1 8 - 1 0 B . T [ 45 9 9]

Dance to the beat of the rain , little Fern , And s o s pread out y ur palm again, “ ’ And sa sun y, Tho the s Hath my ve ture spun , s He had labored , ala , in vain , But for the shade

That the Cloud hath made ,

[And the gift of the Dew and the Rain .

Then laugh and upturn s All your frond , little Fern , And rejoice in the beat of the Rain ! M H 1! Dance , eart ! y Cw l )

t ! n . Dance , my hear da ce today with joy

s s an n s The tream of love ﬁll the days d ights with mu ic , is i it and the world is l ten ng to s melodies .

Mad with joy, life and death dance to the rhythm of

s a thi s music . The hill and the se and the earth

dance .

The world of man dances in laughter and tears.

n Why put on the robe of the mo k , and live aloof from the world in lonely pride ? Behold ! my heart dances in the delight of a hundred

arts ; and the Creator is well plea sed .

Re r int ed b ermission of the u lishers T he Macmilla n Co m a n p y p p b , p y, ab nd r nat T a or fr om S ongs of K a bir by R i a h g e. Mi rro r- Dance

E dith M Thoma s 1 8 . [ 54

s s s When o my lady li t to dance , ’ Tis O e thine , mirror, to r peat s Her mile , her bright , adventurous glance ,

Her moving grace from head to feet .

And is s mine it , two vi ions fair To hold within my ﬁeld of sight s s s The ub tance here , the hadow there , nd A all to double my delight .

0 s th glas , if on y polished sphere ’ So h me Merlin s charm I mig t but lay, Then wouldst thou keep her image dear When she has danced and danced away !

Deirdre Dances

Her ber t Tr ench [1 805

They seek down through the Wood of Awe that hems Fi ndruim hi , like the throng about s grave , Dusk with the swarth locks of ten thou sand stems

k s us v In na ed poi se . The e make no r tle sa e S -c ome pine one dropt , or murmur that condemns ’ benumb d ss Murmur ; with mo that giant nave . But let Findruim shake out overhead His ea-s h old s igh , and w en it doth arrive At once their tawny boles become alive s With gleam that come and go , and they revive

’ ’ m enthr all d The north s Fomorian roar I a , i as ss He sa d , by the bluene of a ray ’ r s s s -w all d That , d opping through thi pre ence ombre ,

Burns low about the image of a spray, ’ - h Of some poor bee ch spray witc d to emerald . n n Wilt thou not da ce , daughter of heave , today s ? Free , at la t free For here no moody raindrop

Can reach thee , nor betrayer overpeer ; And none the self-delightful mea sure hear to ! That thy soul moves , quit of mortal ear

h s n s s Full loth s e plead , yet ca not him re i t ,

And on the enmosséd lights begins to dance . i s Aw ay, away , far ﬂoating l ke a mi t To fade into some leafy b rilliance ; s the Then , miling to inward melodist, Over the printle ss turf with slow advance Of s s s s h howery foot tep , make s e inﬁnite ’

. ossess That crowded glen But quick , p d by strange

Rapture , wider than dreams her motions range l s s s s Til to a pan the fore t hrink and change .

And in her eyes and glimmering arms she brings ’ s unl k d- Hither all promi e , all the oo for boon ’ Of r ainbow d s life , all rare and speechless thing i i That shine and swell under the br mm ng Moon . Who shall pluck tympans ? For what need of strings To waft her blood who is herself the tune Herself the warm and breathing melody ? Art come from the Land of the E ver-Young ? O stay ! his s For heart , after thee ri ing away,

- Falls dark and spirit faint back to the clay .

’ curl d Griefs, like the yellow leaves by winter , — Ri se after her long-buried pangs arouse ’ s hirl d About that bosom the grey fore ts w , And tempests with her beauty might espou se ; She rose with the green waters of the world

And the winds heaved with her their depth of boughs. ’ as s beanﬁeld s Then vague again . blow the odour sh s s On the dark lap of air e cho e to ink , n i s v - k As, wi now ng with plume , to the ri er brin

The pigeons from the cliff come down to drink . To V ernon Castle

Ma r ie Tud or [1 870 We who have danced with you Did no t see the wings Upon your heels When the trumpet called

You ﬂed with magical speed , s To eek your larger sphere , Which bore you to the height i Of w ngéd dreams . not n s Yet conte t , you went on wing

Alone out into the night .

’ As they smear my name with their women s shame as

their teeth would tear my heart, ’ As they d rip the ﬂesh away from my face and the

bodice from my breasts . And n its the wave of life is arou d me . I am lifted on s s cre t . I am lifted high on its surges ; and the light it lends my eye s I s the strength of noon and sunrise and the splendor of the skies .

n its I am caged in their snarli g city, but between shadowy bars

see nd s I the loom of tomorrow , a the altar light of s tars . S v i n n i a age , v ole t , virgi ; l ke a trainer in their cage , h s r o s i s s s n T ey na l at my lo k l ke la he , the e wome h marred wit age , These men that my mind ha s ma stered ; and I rule their restless lives With my feet that ﬂicker through shadows like the i bickering l ght of knives.

I dance and they bow before me . B arefoot I turn , I tread On the throbbing hearts of the living and the a shes of

the dead . ‘ I d anc s e till I stop , where he tands apart, till I hold his love and his hate ; s s s and Ma ter and man and the brave t heart , ultan

slave and mate . Dorothy

L ouis Unter meyer [1 885

i s s s. i Thi no child that dance Thi s s ﬂame . has Here ﬁre found a habitable frame .

What else is that which burns and ﬂies From those enkindled eyes What is that inner blaze Which plays About that lighted face Thi s thing is ﬁre set free ss ss Fire po e es her , or rather she s its s Control ma tery . v s i With e ery ge ture , every rhythmic str de ,

Beat after beat , s s It follow , purring at her ide ,

Or licks the shadows of her ﬂashing feet . Around her everywhere its s s It coils twi ting thread of yellow hair . it s Through every vein s bright blood creep , And its red hands Caress her a s she stands sh Or lift her boldly when e leap s. a s Then , s the urge Of radiance grows stronger The se two are two no longer And they merge Into a disembodied ecstasy ; Free x - To e press some half forgotten hunger , S - ome half forbidden urge .

What mystery H a s been at work until it blent One child and that ﬁerce element ?

Give it no name .

It is enough that ﬂesh has danced with ﬂame .

s Cea e , oh cease the murmured singing ; Hush the numbers brave or blithe ; sh s For e enters, gravely winging, Lowering and lithe as i Dark and vengeful , the r nging S cythe meets scythe .

i While the ﬂame s ﬁercely sweeping, All her virgin airs depart ; S is s he , without miles and weeping, ’ Or a maiden s art, Stern and savage as the leaping

Heart meets heart .

N ow the tune grows frantic, Now the torches ﬂar e Wild and corybantic E choes ﬁll the air . s With a udden sally, All the voices shout ; And the bacchic rally

Turns into a rout .

Here is life that surges Through each burning vein ; Here is joy that purges [244] E n in very creepi g pa . [Even sober Sadness s Ca sts a ide her pall, Till with buoyant madness Sh s e mu t swoon and fall . Isadora Duncan Dancing

(Chopin )

Louis Unter meyer [1 885

r eludin s Faint p g on a ﬂute , And she swims before us ; S s s hadow follow in pur uit ,

Like a phantom chorus . Sense and sound are inte rtwined

Through her necromancy, Till our dreaming souls are blind

To all things but fancy .

Haunted woods and perfumed nights ; Swift and soft desires ; s s - s Ro e , violet colored light , And the sound of lyres ; Vague chromatics on a ﬂute All are subtly blended Till the instrument grows mute

And the dance is ended .

A Tropic Dance

Max Weber [1 881

The right foot forward, Heads thrown about Arms spread out To the sun they dance s ! In laughter , ecsta y and joy s Warmer their laughing tear , More tactile their tread and touch ; Hotter their blood ; Liv elier their motion ; s h Mid t cactus and palm , t ey dance In rhythm ﬁerce and wild !

To the hidden they give motion ;

To the silent they giv e mu sic . Their limb s and arms higher they lift In the air ; they dance Like sunlit waving seas !

Like butterflies they flutter, Still higher they rise ; To the sun they dance In rhythm fierce and wild ! so With uls illumined , They dance the rhythm of pulse and Their souls ebb : their spirits play ; t Their bodies leap in fitting ime , And they dance their life away ! [24 8] A Dance Hall

J ohn Ha ll Wheel ock [1 880

— — The dance the d ance with w ild and w hirling bodi es e They mov d together to the tawdry tune , in He heard it her dreadful , hurried breathi ng - n i ! Tonight, tonight , and O to ight s soon

The ball-room with its tinsel decoration S i i hone with a rad ance lur d and electric, Beneath the balcony a feverish ha rlot S s i i urveyed the dancer , crit cal and hect c .

— — Tonight tonight around them a nd arou nd them

Reeled in a cloud the women and the men , s a u m The orche tra throbbed with a sh mef l tre or , Another and another dance again !

t s s s The emp y, qualid face , and the ﬁgure Of drunken men mov ed with a motion dreary — The smoky air dilapidated dresses

Her smile w a s cruel and her eyes grew weary .

s n us Give me the gla s , dri k , let drink together , ! O sweet , I love you and I hate you , too e u What have you done to me with all your b a ty,

Around the rim their lips together drew . A wheezing meteor in his head of ﬁre his Dazzled brain with inner radiance thrilling, A s s hriller mu ic heard above the music, hi Through all s thoughts went shive r ing and shrilling.

With twenty thou sand suns of blaring b rilliance Glared in his head the barren blaze of noon — — The dance the dance with wild and whirling bodies They moved together to the tawdry tune !

d h c Mad er and madder w irled the dan e , and madder The whirling shapes like Maenads to the moon ; s Madder and madder with the light above them , They whirled together to the tawdry tune !

The lights grew dimmer and the music hurried . i is ! Dance , for the day s soon , the day soon The dancers wearied and the music wea ried 0 dance together to the tawdry tune !

O drown the other faces out forever, s s ! With you , with you , whirled round a in a woon O I will hate them in your arms forever ! 0 dance and dance till morning turn to noon !

s s Suddenly waned the lamp , and all the mu ic ,

n i i A . We t out l ke a l ght . terror seized the riot As in a dream he felt her close beside him

The city street loomed cavernous and quiet .

The Cities of the Plain

J ohn Gr eenl eaf Whittier [1 807- 1 802 ]

’ T n t was an eveni g of beau y ; the air w as perfume , e w a s s The arth s all greennes , the tree were all bloom An i t a d softly the del ca e viol w s heard ,

Like the murmur of love or the notes of a bird .

n A d beautiful maidens moved down in the dance , With the magic of motion and sunshine of glance ; An s d white arms wreathed lightly , and tres es fell free

As the plumage of birds in some tropical tree . The Dancers

Ma rga r et Widd e mer

O s w a s s s ur a quiet town , a till town , a ober town , S s s u oftly curled the yellow road that lept in the s n, Staid came the day and staid came the night down ’ An d staidly went we sleepwise when the day s work w a s done !

Oh c s , they came dan ing down , the gay one , the bonny s one , We s s had never een the like , weet and wild and glad , m ﬂutin and n Down the long road they ca e , g danci g, ’ Flowers in each lass s hair and plume s on each lad !

s h s Sweet were their clinging hand , kind were t eir voice , ” us us s Dance with , laugh with , good grave folk, aid

they, ’ s s Swift we mu t go from you , time long for toiling, Come and make joy with us the brief while we stay !

a Oh, then w s a gay time , a wild time , a glad time , Hand in hand we danced with them beneath sun and

moon , s e for Flowers were for garlanding and green w re . dancing Thi s w as the wi sdom we learned of them too soon ! S s wift went the day pa t , a glad day , a wild day, S wift went the night past, a night wild and glad , s s s n Down fell their arm from u , loo eni g, ﬂeeting ! Far down the roads they danced, wild lass and wild lad

Far ﬂed their dancing feet , far rang their laughter, Far gleamed their mocking eyes beneath the garlands

gay s All n s too late we k ew them then , the wild eye , the - s elf eye , Wood-folk and faun-folk that danced our hearts away !

O is a sad s urs still town, a town , a ober town , S n till lie the dun roads all empty in the su , Sa d comes the day up and sad fall s the night down , ’ And sadly go we sleepw ise when the day s watch is done !

Sometimes a horrible marionette

and ' sm e t Came out , ok d i s cig arette s Upon the step like a live thing .

n s 1 The , turning to my love , I aid , an The dead are d cing with the dead, i ” The du st s whirling with the dust .

she —she But heard the violin , An and d left my side , entered in Love pa ssed into the house of lust

e s n u s Th n udde ly the t ne went fal e , T n he da cers weari ed of the waltz ,

The sh adows cea sed to wheel and whirl .

n s And dow n the long and sile t treet ,

n i h si e -s The daw , w t lv r andalled feet ,

Crept like a frightened girl . ’ The Daﬂ odils

i - W llia m Wor dsw or th [1 770 1 850]

I wandered lonely a s a cloud ’ s s That ﬂoat on high o er vale and hills, all saw When at once I a crowd, A s a ho t of golden d ﬂodils, s Be ide the lake , beneath the trees,

Fluttering and dancing in the breeze .

lContinuous as the stars that shine And k twin le on the milky way, ’ They stretch d in never-ending line Along the margin of a bay : Ten thou sand saw I at a glance s s To sing their heads in prightly dance .

The waves beside them danced, but they Out-did the sparkling waves in glee A Poet could not but be gay In such a jocund company ! I gazed— and gazed— but little thought What wealth the show to me had brought ;

I lie For oft , when on my couch s In vacant or in pen ive mood , They flash upon that inward eye Which is the bli ss of solitude ; s s And then my heart with plea ure fill , il And dances with the d aflod s. [257] The Dancer

Annette Wynne

I shall sing a song of joy With my hair ﬂying ; The wind shall be my loved M c y Ba chante .

I s I s l si hall dance , ha l ng ; I shall sing a song of joy Up to the stars ; I shall dance with my Bacchante

Thru the trees.

I shall dance , I shall sing a song of joy, Of wind and wine and glowing ships ; Becau se my heart is breaking s s I hall ing it.

THE E ND

Da nce in the Pal a ce o Alcinous Da ncin G A f , g ir l, , 1 83

A. 3 Da ncin Girl 1 5 g , The, 43 D a nce in the Pa la ce o Vulcan Da ncin G l s 1 88 f , g ir , A 6 , 3 Da ncin in the M a d g e oeg, 42 Da nce n h e i t e Steer a e, Th , 74. Da ncin s g g of the Air , 54 Da nc Mo v 1 6 e ti e, 4. D a ns M ca br 1 e a e, 97 Da nce Music 10 , 9 Da unce of the D a ug hters of De D a nce M Child r en 1 66 y , li ht Th g , e, 59 Da nce M Hea rt 2 3 y , 3 Daunce o the She he rds f p a , The. Dance o a Na utch Girl 0 f , 3 61 Da nce o D eli ht The , 3 f g , 4 DAV S SIR IE , JOHN, 53, 54 s Da nce of the Mer ry Da msel , DAV S MARY CAR LY IE , O N, 97 , T e 1 6 h , 4 99 D a nc o th Milhma ids The 6 e f e , , 5 D aw n, 29 s T Da nce of the Mus e , he, 37 Dea th of the Minuet The 1 10 1 2 , , Da nce of the Nuns, The, 3 Deird r e Da nc 2 6 es, 3 ms The 0 D a nce of the Sunbea , , 9 D T SC BAB TT 10 1 102 W men 1 EU H , E E , , Da nce of o , 99 D CK S C ARL S 10 I EN , H E , 4 Da nce on the Terr a ce, The, 47 D V C ARL S 10 — , , 5 - An n mous 6 I INE H E Da nce Song o y , 3 D on J ua n 8 - —Anon mous 6 , 7 D a nce S ong y , 4 D or oth 2 1 a 1 y, 4 Da nce the Rom iha , 74 DRAP R w 106 A 1 6 E , JOHN , D a ncer , , 9 Da ncer The—Ca m ell 8 , pb , 9 Ea r th : The P ssin o a a e—C aw ein 2 a g f D ncer, D a ncer , Th , 9 1 T h —D av ies 9 D a ncer , he , 97 — AST MA MA! 10 D a ncer The Ficke 1 1 3 E N , , 7 , , DWARDS ELI 108 D a ncer E , , , El in Da c 1 1 f n er , Da ncer , 7 ’ — 1 Elv es Da nc T e Da ncer The Lehmann, 49 e, h , 57 , — D ncer The orton 1 8 E UR P D S 0 a , N , 7 I I E , 3 9, 4 — te hens 21 V A 10 M A B . ncer The S , 9 S . . Da , p E N , , 9 e The—W nne 2 8 Da nc r , y , 5 ine The 1 26 Da ncer in the S hr , . r ics A 1 6 Fa ble for C it , , 5 th Wood The 1 ’ Da ncer in e , , 57 a nc The—Anon mous Fa ir ies D e, y , 56 Da ncer s 1 20 ’ , i e—Sh rman Fa r ies . Da nce, Th e , e —Widd emer 2 Da ncers , Th , 53 21 2

Da ncing , 53 FA S AWE CAT R N H , HE INE s 1 80 Da ncing B oy , MAR A 1 1 0 The 222 I , Da ncin g Da ys, , FAR EON L A R 1 1 2 ia r The 0 J , E E NO , Da nci ng Fr , , 5 Fer n S on 2 2 I MAN ARTH R CR W 1 8 g, 3 N , U E , 3 F CKE ARTH R DAV S I nv itation to the D a nce I , U I ON, , 49 Isa o 8 1 1 3 d ra, 4 21 a r ca — olli r Fire D ancer, The, 3 Is d o a D un n C e , 95 Fud e Fa mil in Pa r is The 1 I sa dor a D unca n— astman 10 g y , , 7 5 E , 7 Isa d ora D nc u a n, To, 1 93 General Dance The 6 I sa d or e D unca n Da ncin —S in , , 7 g p G BS W LFR D W LS a rn 21 8 I ON, I I I ON, g , — 1 1 6 I sad or a Duncan D a ncing Unter G LB RT B R ARD 1 1 me er I E , E N , 7 y , GILD R R C ARD WATS s d r n — E , I H ON , I a o a Dunca Da ncing U nter 1 20 m er ey , 246 G l Da ncin n th Shore A 2 ir g o e , , 3 5 G AE NZER R C ARD BUT A L CK S M. R. 1 0 , I H J ON, , 4 LER 1 21 J a v a nese Da n , cers, 230 GOSS DMU D 122 R M AH 8 E , E N , JE E I , 3 Gr atia na Da ncin 62 J essica g , Dances, 1 1 2 G M RA A G L 1 2 H S RRICK 1 2 UI E , N E , 3 JO N , O , 4 G T RMA ART H R 1 2 H S M UI E N , U , 5 , A S W LD JO N ON J E E ON, 143 AG D R RMA 1 28 E O , E , S AL C L S 1 H N H NN , JONE I E OUI E, 45 HALL AMA DA B AM , N ENJ IN, 1 26 K AT S 1 6 E , JOHN, 4 Ha Da ncer The 1 K R YMB RG ALFR D 1 8 ppy , , 4 E O , E , 4 T 108 Ha r lem Da ncer, he, ’ o Th 2 La G a Har lot s H use, e, 55 it na, 239 ' Haste Thee N m h 1 0 La n uorous Wa ltz A 1 , y p , 7 g , , 3 1 R S 1 2 L MA D RS R C. 1 HEN E ON , O E , 9 EH NN , . , 49 ’ Her od ias 1 8 Let s Go D a ncin 10 , 4 g , 5 RR CK R B RT LI -T AI -PE HE I , O E , 55 , 47 S D L T C F LD GRAC D HE IO , 37 I H IE , E ENIO , 1 1 1 Ho! Da ncers, 58 5 H FMA V ICT R V CT R Little Da ncers The 80 O N, O I O O , , VIT CH 1 1 Lon Lon D a nces Th , 3 g , g , , e, 40 H LD RAY M D P CK LOVE LAC R C A O E , O E , RD 62 N N E I H , HAM 1 2 L W LL AMY 1 , 3 O E , , 53 1 L W L LLE Y RAC 3 3 L, AM S R SS LL HO , HO E , O E J E U E , M R 6 1 6 HO E , 3 5, 3 5 RACE 6 LYLY 1 HO , 44, 4 , JOHN, 5 YT L 1 1 6 HO , HE EN , 3 5, 3 GH S R SS LL 1 MccARTHY . R HU E , U E , 37 , SS LL 1 J U E , 57 s 1 6 1 I nd ia n D a ncer , 7 58 [261 ] cGAFFEY RN ST 1 P TERS ART H R 1 88 M , E E , 59 E ON, U ,

PH LL PS BARCLAY , 1 8 McGEE MARGAR T B . 1 60 I I , 9 , E , Poem to b D a nced 1 McGILL A A BLA CH e , 3 5 , NN N E, Polh Lr ic A 18 1 61 a y , , 9 P D ZRA 1 0 MACKAY P RCY 1 62 1 6 OUN , E , 9 E, E , , 4 P WYS C WP R 1 2 MACL D RMA 1 66 O , JOHN O E , 9 EO , NO N, I 93 MAC N O A. 1 6 O , J HN , 7 PRAE D WILL AM MACK - o , I Ma liseet I ndia n Dance S ng, 69 W RT 1 n s O H , 95 Ma rr iag e of H elen a d Menela u , u 1 Pr a ir ie Min et, A, 59 Tha AB P a o D i n s T 122 r ise f o y us , he, Mash, 20 5 Pr emer e Da nseuse 1 LLA T i , 77 M Y D A ST . VI C I , E N N EN , Primr ose Da nce The 226 1 69 , , P r rhic Dancers 1 0 M LT 1 0 y , 4 I ON , JOHN, 7 ir r r -D e M o a nc , 234 R C CAL Y G 1 6 M RO ARR T 1 1 I E, E OUN , 9 ON E, H IE , 7 Riotous Da nce A 33 M R T MAS 1 1 , , OO E, HO , 74, 7 5 ’ ROB S DWI M ADE Mor ia n a IN ON, E N E , g a D nces, 76 1 97 1103 55 1 11 DA T GABR L A D SARO INI 1 6 , N E IE , N I U, J , 7 WMAN FA Y H DG S 3 99 NE , NN O E , R S R SCAR 200 OE NE , O , l 77 unner n th ie 1 81 R i e S h s, The, or a on t P em N he a v ent, 227 R SS LL RW 201 RT GRAC FALL W U E , I IN , NO ON, E O , 178 Sa lome —ohns 1 2 J , 4 l — n r Sa ome Sa bo n, 204 O Ba ccha na ls C n , o n ! 39 SAMA ALB RT 20 IN , E , 3 On Ma r i Da n 8 a nci g, 3 SA B OR P TT S 20 N N, I , 4 On w ith the D a nce , 44 SA DB RG CARL 20 N U , , 5 PP IM AM S 1 80 1 81 O ENHE , J E , , , SE AMA W 206 N, O EN , 1 8 2 S FF RT MAR R ALL EI E , JO IE EN , SG D FRA C S O OO , N E SAR GE A T 1 8 N , 3 d ela S LVA SAL M 100 E , O ON , ’S AUG ES SY ART R O H HN , HU , S AK E SP AR W LL AM 2 H E E, I I , 5 1 8 4 S LL Y PERCY BY SS 20 HE E , HE, 9 S DA RIC ARD BR S HERI N , H IN Pa le Da ncer T , he, 7 8 LEY , 21 1 Pa nn ra o the Gold en H eel 20 y f , 3 S RMA FRA K DEMP HE N , N Pav low a 1 8 , 5 ST R 21 2 E , PE MB RT N MURD CK 1 8 E O , O , 5 SM T LE WIS W RTH G I H , O IN Per ect D a nce The 66 f , , N 21 TO , 3 [262]