WHAT Wizard at twilight Made gay the light feet? What Voice in their voices Sounded so sweet? Who whirled the children Into His dream, To sway with the boughs And curve with the stream? One dance in one mind Were clouds in the air, The rapturous feet, The flicker of hair. Too soon it was over The magical hour. They parted like leaves From a withering flower. The twilight thickened: The moon rose pale, And they ran to their homes. By the hill or the vale. |