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FROM ONE WHO KNOWS ONE OF THE MUSES
You say the gods and muses all / From earth now banished be? / Will you believe that yester-eve / I saw Terpsichore?
Her robe of snow and gossamer / Enclad a form most neat; / Such sandals green were never seen / As shod her twinkling feet.
Her every step was melody, / Her every motion grace, / That one might prize a thousand eyes / To note both form and face.
The motes that dance in sunny beams / Tripped never in such wise; / This lovely sprite danced in the light / That beamed from her own eyes.
A man's head once was danced away -- / You know how it befell? / My dainty fay danced yesterday / Men's hearts away as well.
What 's that? 'Twas but a graceful girl / That took the hearts for pelf? / Nay, I was there, and 't was, I swear, / Terpsichore herself.