Treasure Island

James Shirley

(September 1596 – October 1666 / London, England)

On Her Dancing


I stood and saw my Mistress dance,
Silent, and with so fixed an eye,
Some might suppose me in a trance:
But being asked why,
By one I who knew I was in love,
I could not but impart
My wonder, to behold her move
So nimbly with a marble heart.

Submitted: Thursday, April 15, 2010

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