Crazy Jane Grown Old Looks at the Dancers
| I found that ivory image there |
| Dancing with her chosen youth, |
| But when he wound her coal-black hair |
| As though to strangle her, no scream |
| Or bodily movement did I dare, |
| Eyes under eyelids did so gleam; |
| Love is like the lion’s tooth. |
| When she, and though some said she played |
| I said that she had danced heart’s truth, |
| Drew a knife to strike him dead, |
| I could but leave him to his fate; |
| For no matter what is said |
| They had all that had their hate; |
| Love is like the lion’s tooth. |
| Did he die or did she die? |
| Seemed to die or died they both? |
| God be with the times when I |
| Cared not a thraneen for what chanced |
| So that I had the limbs to try |
| Such a dance as there was danced— |
| Love is like the lion’s tooth. |
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