289. from the Daughter of Herodias by Arthur OShaughnessy
b'A. O\\u2019Shaughnessy read by Classic Poetry Aloud:\\nhttp://www.classicpoetryaloud.com/\\n\\nGiving voice to the poetry of the past.\\n\\n---------------------------------------------\\n\\nfrom the Daughter of Herodias\\nby Arthur O\\u2019Shaughnessy (1844 \\u2013 1881)\\n\\nHer long black hair danced round her like a snake \\nAllured to each charmed movement she did make; \\nHer voice came strangely sweet; \\nShe sang: \\u201c O, Herod, wilt thou look on me \\u2013 \\nHave I no beauty thy heart cares to see ?\\u201d \\nAnd what her voice did sing her dancing feet \\nSeemed ever to repeat. \\n\\nShe sang:\\u201d O, Herod, wilt thou look on me ? \\nWhat sweet I have, I have it all for thee\\u201d. \\nAnd through the dance and song \\nShe freed and floated on the air her arms \\nAbove dim veils that hid her bosom\\u2019s charms: \\nThe passion of her singing was so strong \\nIt drew all hearts along. \\n\\nHer sweet arms were unfolded on the air, \\nThey seemed like floating flowers the most fair \\u2013 \\nWhite lilies the most choice; \\nAnd in the gradual bending of her hand \\nThere lurked a grace that no man could withstand; \\nYea, none knew whether hands, or feet, or voice, \\nMost made his heart rejoice. \\n\\nFor hundreds more poetry readings, visit the Classic Poetry Aloud index.\\n\\nReading \\xa9 Classic Poetry Aloud 2008'