John Masefield. (№ 261318)

In the moonlight on the wings of Chopin
Flies to us dancer - she
Lovely, like the bygone spring.
Her smile and movement
We are forced to forget for a moment
Cruel world, the worries and anguish.
She is young, beautiful, inspired.
She the air in a whirlwind pirouette,
A boy's dream and delight men.
Let the Kingdom in ruins -
Now the smile and movement
Give us the madness of inspiration
All the things in everyday life no name.
Alarmed by lunar sea
She glides, the giver of light.