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Hist! - the sonorous orchestral ambience and the arabesque-slane'd ballerina, |
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Her wee feet in an alacritic maelstrom-twirl, |
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And the dust-hurl with her tears blendeth - |
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Egad! this quagmire; |
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Pasteth her unaptly apt feet to the stage: |
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Like the wither'd rose of the luciferous |
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EdenBy the mummer'd-masquerader espied vigilly and mockingly, |
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His behesting visage, tho' ruddily mummer'd 'tis - |
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Embower'd and eddying oft and eft gloam by gloam, |
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Her sweetness ne'er cloy - further! further! - |
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His scratching and dallying hollow-hearted eyes |
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Her breasts and vestal heart caress, |
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And like the dove and bird of prey leapeth she aerily, |
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Whileas the orchestra playeth on travailingly; |
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His one and sole swath |
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With the pizzicato'd ensemble blendeth - |
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And her umbral foetal scream - |
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As the song climaxeth |
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And slowly |
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Dieth away... |
