I cannot dance opon
my Toes –
No Man instructed me –
But oftentimes, among
my mind
A Glee possesseth me
That had I Ballet –
knowledge –
Would put itself abroad
In Pirouette to blanch
a Troupe –
Or lay a Prima – mad –

And though I had no
Gown of Gauze –

 ¦

No Ringlet, to my Hair –
Nor hopped to Audiences –
like Birds –
One Claw opon the Air –
Nor tossed my shape
in Eider Balls –
Nor rolled on Wheels
of Snow
Till I was out of
sight in sound –
The House encore me
so –

Nor any know I know
the Art
I mention easy – Here –

 ¦

Nor any Placard boast
me
It’s full as Opera –