I had no interest in the dance. Wooden legs and feet of clay Were cause of my disdainful stance, Until I understood one day
The world is dance and I must teach Unwilling limbs to rise and soar Beyond mind's insufficient reach As once in pageantries of yore
I danced and sang with such delight In other worlds, on former stars. And now the body burning bright, Healed once more of earthly scars
And endless centuries of pain Must learn to fly and dance again.
Poems Undated (1727)
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