名人诗歌|Crazy Jane Grown Old Looks at the Dancers

Dancing with her chosen youth，

But when he wound her coal-black hair

As though to strangle her， no scream

Or bodily movement did I dare，

Eyes under eyelids^{1 did so gleam；}

Love is like the lions tooth.

When she， and though some said she played

I said that she had danced hearts truth，

Drew a knife to strike him dead，

I could but leave him to his fate；

For no matter what is said

They had all that had their hate；

Love is like the lions tooth.

Did he die or did she die？

Seemed to die or died they both？

God be with the times when I

Cared not a thraneen for what chanced

So that I had the limbs to try

Such a dance as there was danced

Love is like the lions tooth.