Helen Hoyt

From “The Harp”

I WILL dance and wrap myself with drooping veils about me,

Turquoise blue and green and blowing amber.

How their pale, their weightless touch

Will be delight upon me,

Their dusky colors melting and returning.

I will raise them before me,

I will let them fall from me;

Every swaying movement

Sways them and curves them,

Every swaying movement

Sways them and folds them—

Dropping about me,

Down from my shoulders over my fingers;

Laying their touch over my fingers,

Over my feet drooping and dropping with grace upon me.

Flowing of color, flowing of shadow, flowing of motion,

Flowing upon me, flowing from me—

O sliding shadow, sliding color, veils of motion!