On a Young Lady Dancing, Who did great Execution without knowing it

When Stella glides with heedless Glance,
Obedient to the sprightly Sound;
Through all the Mazes of the Dance,
With Musick-moving Feet around:

Such Harmony is in her Air,
Such Grace each Attitude supplies;
In Transport lost no Sound we hear,
A sweeter Concord charms our Eyes.

Thus lovely Venus in her Sphere
Thro' winding Measures moves on high;
With golden Beams she glads the Year,
And gaily gilds the Morning Sky.

While raptur'd Mortals on her gaze,
Regardless by what Law she moves;
Still ravish'd by her splendid Rays,
The joyful World admires and loves.

Triumphant thus no Pang she feels,
No Pity melts her vacant Mind:
So youthful Victors at their Wheels
Unheeded Captives drag behind.

Ah Stella! know thy Power betimes,
Guiltless in thee, yet fatal found;
Thy Eyes indeed commit no Crimes,
Yet ev'ry Glance conveys a Wound.

With Caution use thy dang'rous Charms,
Which now at Random thus annoy;
And gently wield those glitt'ring Arms
By Beauty brighten'd to destroy.

At least behold thy Victims fall,
Their Fate should some Compassion move;
Thy pity may extend to all,
Tho' one alone enjoys thy Love.