Hist! - The sonorous orchestral ambience and the arabesque-stanc'd ballerina,
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Her wee feel in an alacritic maelstrom-twirl,
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And the dust-hurl with her tears blendeth - Egad! this quagmire;
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Pasteth her unaptly apt feet to the stage;
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Like the wither'd rose of the luciferous Eden
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By the mummer'd masquerader espied vigilly and mockingly,
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His behesting visage, tho' ruddily mummmer'd 'tis -
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Embower'd and eddying oft and eft gloam by gloam,
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Her sweetness ne'er cloy - further! further! -
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His scratching and dallying hollow-heart??eyes
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Her breasts and vestal heart caress,
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And like the dove and bird of prey leapeth she aerily,
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Whileas the orchestra playeth on travailingly;
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His one and sole swath
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With the pizzicato'd ensemble blendeth -
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And her umbral foetal scream -
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As the song climaxeth
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And slowly dieth
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Away...
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The Masquerader and Phoenix
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| Theatre of Tragedy |
