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The Pale Dancer Post by :imported_n/a Category :Poems Author :William Rose Benet Date :October 2011 Read :3214

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The Pale Dancer

My heart's a still shore; all the golden sails are gone.
A pale, silver floor in the hugeness of dawn
My heart lies once more, and the little ripples beat
This small, idle tune, like the fall of elves' feet,
"Oh, come, airy dancer--come dance on us, Sweet!"

She comes like a breeze in the midnight of May.
The tumbling of the seas makes a tune far away.
She comes with closed eyes, with light footsteps she nears,
And she sings the low song that each lipping ripple hears.
"In love there is laughter, and after--come tears!"

She dances like the moonlight--light, languorous, aswoon.
Her face floats uplifted, a flower to the moon,
To the moon pale in heaven and the dawn coming slow,
And under her measure the ripples breathe low,
"The dancer, the dancer from ages ago!"

Oh, dance me no more! Witching dancer be gone!
For my heart's a still shore in the hugeness of dawn,
And some answer is thrilling, is trembling for me
In the eerie still brightness of heaven and sea,
And the little ripples whisper, "What thing can it be?"

Pale dancer, pale dancer, atread without breath,
Majestic and yearning and brooding as death,
Oh, passion of my heart, oh, enchanted despair
That glides before God like a bird from a snare,
Return, then, return to me, clothe me with care!--
But the beautiful dancer has vanished in air.

(The end)
William Rose Benet's poem: Pale Dancer

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Premonition Premonition

(Written in absence and unaware of her desperate condition, a few days before her death.)This is the song I shall make.Love with white wing bids it wake.Love with dark wing bids it die.Trailing to dimness, the flood of my passion,Glittering to darkness, the necklace I fashionTo loop on the breast of the sky!I have climbed high, even I,Following a light through a rift in the blue,Following a silence that pierced like a cry,Following the image of you.This is the song I will fashion for you.Oh ragged-jawed, jagged-toothed Dragon of Time,What will you do with the weft of my rhyme,You who have

Unforgotten Unforgotten

Wakening in the night, the pain that slumberStrikes with her mace of silence dead and dumbLoomed over me and, formless, said, "I come!Bringing illusions lost beyond all number.Rigid you lie, yet for a little cumberThis flaming world some die proudly, someGlitter like granite, or dream millenium."It left me toiled in mountainous clouds of umber.I lay sustaining all the old emotion,Numbed as beneath the blows of iron cars.Then slowly, slowly some supreme devotionCrept down, and drew me out of ageless wars,Like a dear voice heard over darkened oceanWhen all dim heaven is trembling into stars.(The end)William Rose Benet's poem: Unforgotten