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I cannot dance upon Toes-
No Man instructed me-
But oftentimes, among my mind,
A Glee possesseth me,
That had I Ballet knowledge-
Would put itself abroad
In Pirouette to blanch a Troupe-
Or lay a Prima,mad,

And though I had no Gown of Gauze-
No Ringlet,to my Hair,
Nor hopped to Audiences-like Birds,
One Claw upon the Air,

Nor tossed my shape in Eider Balls,
Nor rolled on wheels of snow
Till I was out of sight,in sound,
The House encore me so-

Nor any know I know the Art
I mention-easy-Here-
Nor and Placard boast me-
It's full as Opera-

���� by: Emily Dickenson