𝓘 𝓬𝓪𝓷𝓷𝓸𝓽 𝓭𝓪𝓷𝓬𝓮 𝓾𝓹𝓸𝓷 𝓶𝔂 𝓣𝓸𝓮𝓼
ʙʏ ᴇᴍɪʟʏ ᴅɪᴄᴋɪɴsᴏɴ

I cannot dance upon 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 upon 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—

@王玉雯Uvin #王玉雯[超话]#