Was firm and full, and “round, and fair.”
And then she dances—better far
Than heart can think, or tongue can tell,
Not Heinel, Banti, or Guimar,
E’er moved so graceful and so well.
So easy glide her beauteous limbs,
True as the echo to the sound,
She seems, as through the dance she skims,
To tread on air, and scorn the ground.
And there is lightning in her eye,