Poets’ Corner
Imogen
- LADIES, where were your bright eyes glancing,
- Where were they glancing yesternight?
- Saw ye Imogen dancing, dancing,
- Imogen dancing all in white?
- Laughed she not with a pure delight,
- Laughed she not with a joy serene,
- Stepped she not with a grace entrancing,
- Slenderly girt in silken sheen?
- All through the night from dusk to daytime
- Under her feet the hours were swift,
- Under her feet the hours of playtime
- Rose and fell with a rhythmic lift:
- Music set her adrift, adrift,
- Music eddying towards the day
- Swept her along as brooks in Maytime
- Carry the freshly falling may.
- Ladies, life is a changing measure,
- Youth is a lilt that endeth soon;
- Pluck ye never so fast at pleasure
- Twilight follows the longest noon.
- Nay, but here is a lasting boon,
- Life for hearts that are old and chill,
- Youth undying for hearts that treasure
- Imogen dancing, dancing still.
Sir Henry Newbolt
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