 | Mansoul or The Riddle of the World |  |
'Tis merry in New Faerie Land, where lads and maids
Be taking hands, in quaint new shuttle-dance.
Hie throngs, great-eyed, to gaze on their disport.
Stand ready enranged each bevy upon their part.
And sign given, all with footing light, skip forth.
Their frolic steps and twinkling shifting feet;
Which they, in quaint alternate figures cast;
Seem to weave tappets thus, and broider flowers,
In new Spring grass.
Be taking hands, in quaint new shuttle-dance.
Hie throngs, great-eyed, to gaze on their disport.
Stand ready enranged each bevy upon their part.
And sign given, all with footing light, skip forth.
Their frolic steps and twinkling shifting feet;
Which they, in quaint alternate figures cast;
Seem to weave tappets thus, and broider flowers,
In new Spring grass.
Who supple-jointed most,
Is found; his recompense is then to be crowned,
With blossoms, which those maidens on him cast.
And he hath leave amongst their gentle crew;
Blindfolded erst, as they flit laughing forth;
To choose him a bright make.
Is found; his recompense is then to be crowned,
With blossoms, which those maidens on him cast.
And he hath leave amongst their gentle crew;
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To choose him a bright make.
| Mansoul or The Riddle of the World | |