Seeing Her Dancing

Robes loosly slowing, and aspect as free,
A carelesse carriage deckt with modestie;
A smiling look, but yet severe:
Such comely Graces 'bout her were.
Her steps with such an evenness she wove,
As shee could hardly be perceiv'd to move;
Whilst her silk sailes displaied, shee
Swam like a ship with Majestie.
As when with stedfast eies we view the Sun,
We know it goes though see no motion;
So undiscern'd she mov'd, that we
Perceiv'd shee stirr'd, but did not see.