The great room is almost empty in the early afternoon
The girl stands alone in the middle of the shining floor
Silhouetted by the light from the tall, west windows.
She spins, arms aloft, and thinks of the evening to come
Her first dance
Men and women and her young friends
Will walk, arm in arm, up the lane between the ground lanterns
This room then will smell of evergreen
And the music will lift the very air
Lights will sparkle in crystal and in dancer’s eyes
And she will fold herself into the arms of her friends
And be lighter than air.