The Nautch Girl's Song
F. Cowen
Eyes softly bold!
Bodice bound with gold!
Girdle clasping what love would enfold!
Light glancing feet
Which meet -- part -- and meet!
Dancing, dancing the measure sad and sweet:
Dance, dance still!
Dance, if you will,
All the night long as the slow stars dance!
All the night long
I would hear your Indian song,
And watch you, dark Star! in a trance.