Rosy Rappahannock, dance on, dance on, Supplest at your merging marge, Fluent shoe on softening sands. . . . Imagined dancers in their ritzy habiliments, Top hat and cane and folded gloves Solidify the watery waltz, Red-faced and breathless in cane chairs. A skirt skirls among moldy reeds Enhancing the dance with measurement Of step, swirl, step and stop; "Once upon a time" is primed, Enlivened from the vividest ick Where bullfrogs bow to damselfish Furling weedy gowns as they stop-- Stop in a static of silks and crinolines.