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NIGHT
DANCE
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Do not delay, with sweet sounds
in our ears,
And the flower of Beauty's own
garden before us
While stars overhead leave the
song of their spheres,
And, listening to ours, hang
wondering o'er us.
Oh, what delight when the
youthful and gay
Each with eye like a sunbeam and
foot like a feather,
Thus dance, like the Hours to
the music of May,
And mingle sweet song and
sunshine together.
11/28/00
Music: Star Dance
Poetry from an Irish folk
song,The Night
Dance, by Thomas Moore
Background from DreamFires, Moon
Dancer from Webshots, Dancers by Franz von Stuck (1896), image scan from
ArtMagick
