"Pavlova dead"
Ballet poem... in memory of Anna Pavlova
Harriet Monroe

Pavlova, will you dance no more? 
Will the tulip shut up in the earth? 
Will the swan forever fold white wings? 
Will the flute go silent 
And the song be hushed in the air? 
 Will the ray full of rainbows flicker and fail? 

Pavlova, your foot is lighter than the perfume of lilies 
Brighter than the sparkle of waves, 
More musical than the thrush at twilight. 
Somewhere-oh, softly- 
Pavlova, will you dance no more?