As a lit match first flickers in the hands

Before it flames and darts out from all sides

Bright twitching tongues so ringed by growing bands

Of spectators—she quivering glowing stands

Poised tensely for the dance—then forward glides

And suddenly becomes a flaming torch.

Her bright hair flames her burning glances scorch

And with a daring art at her command

Her whole robe blazes like a fire-brand

From which is stretched each naked arm awake

Gleaming and rattling like a frightened snake.

And then as though the fire fainter grows

She gathers up the flame—again it glows

As with proud gesture and imperious air

She flings it to the earth; and it lies there

Furiously flickering and crackling still—

Then haughtily victorious but with sweet

Swift smile of greeting she puts forth her will

And stamps the flames out with her small firm feet.