The Dance At The Phoenix

Thomas Hardy 1840 (Stinsford) – 1928 (Dorchester, Dorset)



TO Jenny came a gentle youth
        From inland leazes lone;
     His love was fresh as apple-blooth
        By Parrett, Yeo, or Tone.
     And duly he entreated her
     To be his tender minister,
        And call him aye her own.

     Fair Jenny's life had hardly been
        A life of modesty;
     At Casterbridge experience keen
        Of many loves had she
     From scarcely sixteen years above:
     Among them sundry troopers of
        The King's-Own Cavalry.

     But each with charger, sword, and gun,
        Had bluffed the Biscay wave;
     And Jenny prized her gentle one
        For all the love he gave.
     She vowed to be, if they were wed,
     His honest wife in heart and head
        From bride-ale hour to grave.

     Wedded they were. Her husband's trust
        In Jenny knew no bound,
     And Jenny kept her pure and just,
        Till even malice found
     No sin or sign of ill to be
     In one who walked so decently
        The duteous helpmate's round.

     Two sons were born, and bloomed to men,
        And roamed, and were as not:
     Alone was Jenny left again
        As ere her mind had sought
     A solace in domestic joys,
     And ere the vanished pair of boys
        Were sent to sun her cot.

     She numbered near on sixty years,
        And passed as elderly,
     When, in the street, with flush of fears,
        On day discovered she,
     From shine of swords and thump of drum,
     Her early loves from war had come,
        The King's Own Cavalry.

     She turned aside, and bowed her head
        Anigh Saint Peter's door;
     "Alas for chastened thoughts!" she said;
        "I'm faded now, and hoar,
     And yet those notes--they thrill me through,
     And those gay forms move me anew
        As in the years of yore!"...

     --'Twas Christmas, and the Phoenix Inn
        Was lit with tapers tall,
     For thirty of the trooper men
        Had vowed to give a ball
     As "Theirs" had done (fame handed down)
     When lying in the self-same town
        Ere Buonaparté's fall.

     That night the throbbing "Soldier's Joy,"
        The measured tread and sway
     Of "Fancy-Lad" and "Maiden Coy,"
        Reached Jenny as she lay
     Beside her spouse; till springtide blood
     Seemed scouring through her like a flood
        That whisked the years away.

     She rose, and rayed, and decked her head
        To hide her ringlets thin;
     Upon her cap two bows of red
        She fixed with hasty pin;
     Unheard descending to the street,
     She trod the flags with tune-led feet,
        And stood before the Inn.

     Save for the dancers', not a sound
        Disturbed the icy air;
     No watchman on his midnight round
        Or traveller was there;
     But over All-Saints', high and bright,
     Pulsed to the music Sirius white,
        The Wain by Bullstake Square.

     She knocked, but found her further stride
        Checked by a sergeant tall:
     "Gay Granny, whence come you?" he cried;
        "This is a private ball."
     --"No one has more right here than me!
     Ere you were born, man," answered she,
        "I knew the regiment all!"

     "Take not the lady's visit ill!"
        Upspoke the steward free;
     "We lack sufficient partners still,
        So, prithee let her be!"
     They seized and whirled her 'mid the maze,
     And Jenny felt as in the days
        Of her immodesty.

     Hour chased each hour, and night advanced;
        She sped as shod with wings;
     Each time and every time she danced--
        Reels, jigs, poussettes, and flings:
     They cheered her as she soared and swooped
     (She'd learnt ere art in dancing drooped
        From hops to slothful swings).

     The favorite Quick-step "Speed the Plough"--
        (Cross hands, cast off, and wheel)--
     "The Triumph," "Sylph," "The Row-dow dow,"
        Famed "Major Malley's Reel,"
     "The Duke of York's," "The Fairy Dance,"
     "The Bridge of Lodi" (brought from France),
        She beat out, toe and heel.

     The "Fall of Paris" clanged its close,
        And Peter's chime told four,
     When Jenny, bosom-beating, rose
        To seek her
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