Gavotte

(Old French)

Memories long in music sleeping,

No more sleeping,

No more dumb;

Delicate phantoms softly creeping

Softly back from the old-world come.

Faintest odours around them straying,

Suddenly straying

In chambers dim;

Whispering silks in order swaying,

Glimmering gems on shoulders slim:

Courage advancing strong and tender,

Grace untender

Fanning desire;

Suppliant conquest, proud surrender,

Courtesy cold of hearts on fire---

Willowy billowy now they're bending,

Low they're bending

Down-dropt eyes;

Stately measure and stately ending,

Music sobbing, and a dream that dies.

Collected Poems 1897 - 1907, by Henry Newbolt · 第 74 / 86 题