Country Dance
Country Dance
“Come,” she said, “tell me lies;
too many truths suck the air dry.
Let’s be merry and dance to the tune
of the country orchestra under the moon.”
Oh, how Renoir could capture the scene
of love’s blossoming delicacy with an enduring smile.
So chivalrously romantic: he, in his manly attire,
and she, in a calico print dress, embraced in the arms
of her charming suitor (strong and confident).
Oh, to be young and gay (they light on their feet).
He twirls her around as her eyes gaze off into the night,
and his chapeau flings off his head to the gazebo’s deck
(stealing the lady’s heart away) while the audience watches.
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