Intends the blur of motion vain set against turns
Their gazes she cannot turn away from, slicker passages
With grace in the grandstand those predilections form;
Auspices, though welcomed, are menacing maces
Whose distant, steel thorns make steel of brash opinions.
When soft sun of high noon twirled that darner agile,
Clear'r than the pond may those flights ne'er Endymion
Asleep be found! th' voluntary batoneer, e'en t' revile.
Tho' brief is the show, the nation banks on high'r throws --
To end with doubt's to round uncertainty withal,
Beginning in it will circuit the cattails' lough --
Palacial integrity set 'midst nocturnal
Horror, that quieter self all majorettes see
'Cross th' water pains, but poises, the band's probity.
