Veröffentlicht in Images | Kommentar schreiben » Theodore Wratislaw: The Music Hall THE CURTAIN on the grouping dancers falls, The heaven of color has vanished from our eyes Germain St-Onge Artistirred in our seats we wait with vague surmise What haply comes that pleases or that pallsTony Stohneuched on the stand the thrice-struck baton callsLe Once more I watch the unfolding curtain rise, I hear the exultant violins premise The well-known tune that thrills me and enthralls. Then trembling in my joy I see you flash Before the footlights to the cymbals’ clash, With laughing lips, swift feet, and brilliant glance, You, fair as heaven and as a rainbow bright, You, queen of song and empress of the dance, Flower of mine eyes, my love, my heart’s delight!
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