Slavonian Danceress

With maiden of Slavonian race,
Clad in light robes of flowing grace,
I danced—and got me in her dress
Entangled, by her flauntiness.

I tried, but scarce could set me free,
And blushed at my perplexity;
Involved within the folds far more,
And in the fringes, than before.

And then I made a vow, and said,
I'll have no fringed Slavonian maid;
Hungaria's plain-dressed girls for me,
Hungaria's chaste simplicity.