Lament for the Crinoline's Flame
Richard
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Reconstruct the poem by dragging each line into its correct position. Your goal is to reassemble the original poem as accurately as possible. As you move the lines, you'll see whether your arrangement is correct, helping you explore the poem's flow and meaning. You can also print out the jumbled poem to cut up and reassemble in the classroom. Either way, take your time, enjoy the process, and discover how the poet's words come together to create something truly beautiful.
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Thy beauty hides a dreadful snare,
By fire's cruel hand, her life was killed.
Her dress ignites—no time to heal.
May peace be theirs in heaven's grace.
See Fanny's hands with waxen seal,
Their gowns aflame—a cursed birth.
For those who danced in fire's embrace,
Its pines and hemlocks wail at night.
Like ocean waves in twilight deep,
Oh, garments vast, with folds that sweep,
The poet weeps; his muse is stilled,
The crinoline, with pride adorned,
A fiery fate beyond compare.
Beware the spark; resist the flame.
The laughter turned to cries of pain,
A lesson learned from beauty's bane:
The forest primeval mourns thy plight,
Oscar's sisters danced in mirth,
So many lives so cruelly lost.
As fire consumed the silken train.
A spark to doom, a flame to die.
Yet in thy breadth, the embers lie,
The women caught in flame that flies.
Let us not forget their cries,
Beneath the stars and waning moon.
O fashion's folly! O vanity's cost!
A queenly frame by fashion mourned,
So sing we now this somber tune,