Ceci N'est Pas Une Pipe by Andrew Marvell Laughing, she danced Across the moonlit bridge In dreams, which could Never parallel her stars For in the wake of conscience She could only waltz Across the cracked tiles That will never bridge The gap caused by lover's screams Reality or so it seems Would be there to spoil her dreams And return her from madrigal cries For the dance Will never meet her feet Unable to tear her from the bridge Upon which she cries In the same pitch as her star that dies