As softly as a breath may be—
With base like a pleased kitten’s purr:
The Passepied’s the dance for me!
“No other music now may share,
With this my favour, or could spur
My feet new measures now to dare.
What of Camargo? As for her—
(Of passing fancies harbinger!)
Quickness, but naught of grace has she.
She dance? That plain, fast foreigner?