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THE BALLETS
unerring sense of fun. Certainly he is the most uncanny and the least human of all Nijinsky's creations. For this Harlequin is the very soul of mischief—half Puck—but Puck with a sting, and with a body like a wire of tempered steel.
Open your eyes that close
To this maiden dream so light;
I am the wraith of a rose
You wore at the dance last night.
You gathered me pearly and wet
With the silver tears of the dew;
In that glittering throng I let
You carry me all night through.
To this maiden dream so light;
I am the wraith of a rose
You wore at the dance last night.
You gathered me pearly and wet
With the silver tears of the dew;
In that glittering throng I let
You carry me all night through.
You were my death, you know.
But you cannot keep away
My rosy spirit; to and fro
It shall dance by your bed till day.
Be not afraid—I ask no dole
Of pity or prayers or sighs;
This scented sweetness is my soul.
And it comes from Paradise.
But you cannot keep away
My rosy spirit; to and fro
It shall dance by your bed till day.
Be not afraid—I ask no dole
Of pity or prayers or sighs;
This scented sweetness is my soul.
And it comes from Paradise.
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