上海龙凤shlf最新地址Poem: The Harlot's House

We caught the tread of dancing feet,

We loitered down the moonlit street,

上海龙凤shlf最新地址And stopped beneath the harlot's house.

Inside, above the din and fray,

We heard the loud musicians play

上海龙凤shlf最新地址The 'Treues Liebes Herz' of Strauss.

Like strange mechanical grotesques,

Making fantastic arabesques,

上海龙凤shlf最新地址The shadows raced across the blind.

We watched the ghostly dancers spin

上海龙凤shlf最新地址To sound of horn and violin,

Like black leaves wheeling in the wind.

Like wire-pulled automatons,

Slim silhouetted skeletons

Went sidling through the slow quadrille,

Then took each other by the hand,

上海龙凤shlf最新地址And danced a stately saraband;

上海龙凤shlf最新地址Their laughter echoed thin and shrill.

上海龙凤shlf最新地址Sometimes a clockwork puppet pressed

A phantom lover to her breast,

上海龙凤shlf最新地址Sometimes they seemed to try to sing.

上海龙凤shlf最新地址Sometimes a horrible marionette

上海龙凤shlf最新地址Came out, and smoked its cigarette

Upon the steps like a live thing.

上海龙凤shlf最新地址Then, turning to my love, I said,

上海龙凤shlf最新地址'The dead are dancing with the dead,

The dust is whirling with the dust.'

But she - she heard the violin,

上海龙凤shlf最新地址And left my side, and entered in:

Love passed into the house of lust.

Then suddenly the tune went false,

The dancers wearied of the waltz,

上海龙凤shlf最新地址The shadows ceased to wheel and whirl.

上海龙凤shlf最新地址And down the long and silent street,

上海龙凤shlf最新地址The dawn, with silver-sandalled feet,

Crept like a frightened girl.