Within and Without by George MacDonald — Read

Rooms in Lord Seaford's house. A large company; dancers; gentlemen looking on.

First Gentleman Henry, what dark-haired queen is that? She moves As if her body were instinct with thought, Moulded to motion by the music's waves, As floats the swan upon the swelling lake; Or as in dreams one sees an angel move, Sweeping on slow wings through the buoyant air, Then folding them, and turning on his track.