I couldn’t find the author for this. It’s apparently out of a poetry book or magazine. I have a couple of pages from it. Every page has the same art on the front and back. There are the initials “E.L” in the bottom left corner – I’m assuming it’s the artist. My other page is framed and I don’t want to open it up to check.
I suspect this is a specific type of poem, but I’m not a poetry expert, so feel free to tell me what it is.
In The Spot Light
This is in confidence: Long, long ago
I sat and worshiped her from the front row,
Thought her entrancing
And vowed that her dancing
Rivaled the music in rhythmical flow.
Ah, it is different when one is old-
Locks may grow scanty and hearts may grow cold,
But she is dancing
And airily glancing
Over the footlights – still young, I am told!
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