Here you will find thePoemChose Vueof poet Francis Thompson
A metrical caprice. Up she rose, fair daughter--well she was graced As a cloud her going, stept from her chair, As a summer-soft cloud, in her going paced, Down dropped her riband-band, and all her waving hair Shook like loosened music cadent to her waist;-- Lapsing like music, wavery as water, Slid to her waist.
