Her gauzy garments round her form subsiding,
And dashed through all that wonderful display
Which poet ne’er described, and never may—
The whirl—the twist—the turn—the start—the bound,
The step—the spring—the leap—the fling—the round;
The backward bending, and the bold gyration—
The leg for ages in one situation.
The sparkling, glittering, dazzling, flickering feats
Which made us jump, delighted, in our seats,
And then came down, and in child-dalliance pouted,