``Her quick—flashing fingers knit the hose
For her little feet neat and nimble;
Her kiss is as sweet as a half—shut rose,
And her laugh like a silver cymbal.
"An April Fool" by Alfred Austin
Bacchante, with her vine-crowned hair,
Leaps to the cymbal-measured dance
With such a passion in her air--
Upon her brow--upon her lips--
As thrills you to the finger-tips,
And fascinates your glance.
"To Alexander Galt, The Sculptor" by James Barron Hope