DEDICATED TO LUCY BATES
(Being a reminiscence of certain private theatricals.)
Oh, cabaret dancer, <i>I</i> know a dancer,
Whose eyes have not looked on the feasts that are vain.
<i>I</i> know a dancer, <i>I</i> know a dancer,
Whose soul has no bond with the beasts of the plain:
Judith the dancer, Judith the dancer,
With foot like the snow, and with step like the rain.