THE FAUN DANCE.
In gladsome groupingThe fauns come trooping,With frolic steps and fleet.The short crisp grasses,As each one passes,Rebound beneath his feet.Now Pan goes trillingA measure thrillingWith wild ecstatic mirth.The fauns leap after,With mad, sweet laughter,Their footsteps kiss the earth.The revel hushesThe shy brown thrushes;They silent sit and peer.With lithe limbs shining,With arms entwining,The fauns leap there, leap here.The brown feet twinkle,While harebells tinkleIn tune, with graceful nod.The sun-flecks racing,In antic chasing,Seem dancing on the sod.Light zephyrs swayingThe boughs, are playingA soft Æolian air.The owlet, rousingFrom daytime drowsing,Looks down with sleepy stare.A cloud stoops o’er them;Behind, before themThe pattering rain-drops fall.Then, helter-skelter,They fly for shelterBeneath the oak-tree tall.M. E. Gorham.
In gladsome groupingThe fauns come trooping,With frolic steps and fleet.The short crisp grasses,As each one passes,Rebound beneath his feet.Now Pan goes trillingA measure thrillingWith wild ecstatic mirth.The fauns leap after,With mad, sweet laughter,Their footsteps kiss the earth.The revel hushesThe shy brown thrushes;They silent sit and peer.With lithe limbs shining,With arms entwining,The fauns leap there, leap here.The brown feet twinkle,While harebells tinkleIn tune, with graceful nod.The sun-flecks racing,In antic chasing,Seem dancing on the sod.Light zephyrs swayingThe boughs, are playingA soft Æolian air.The owlet, rousingFrom daytime drowsing,Looks down with sleepy stare.A cloud stoops o’er them;Behind, before themThe pattering rain-drops fall.Then, helter-skelter,They fly for shelterBeneath the oak-tree tall.M. E. Gorham.
In gladsome groupingThe fauns come trooping,With frolic steps and fleet.The short crisp grasses,As each one passes,Rebound beneath his feet.
In gladsome grouping
The fauns come trooping,
With frolic steps and fleet.
The short crisp grasses,
As each one passes,
Rebound beneath his feet.
Now Pan goes trillingA measure thrillingWith wild ecstatic mirth.The fauns leap after,With mad, sweet laughter,Their footsteps kiss the earth.
Now Pan goes trilling
A measure thrilling
With wild ecstatic mirth.
The fauns leap after,
With mad, sweet laughter,
Their footsteps kiss the earth.
The revel hushesThe shy brown thrushes;They silent sit and peer.With lithe limbs shining,With arms entwining,The fauns leap there, leap here.
The revel hushes
The shy brown thrushes;
They silent sit and peer.
With lithe limbs shining,
With arms entwining,
The fauns leap there, leap here.
The brown feet twinkle,While harebells tinkleIn tune, with graceful nod.The sun-flecks racing,In antic chasing,Seem dancing on the sod.
The brown feet twinkle,
While harebells tinkle
In tune, with graceful nod.
The sun-flecks racing,
In antic chasing,
Seem dancing on the sod.
Light zephyrs swayingThe boughs, are playingA soft Æolian air.The owlet, rousingFrom daytime drowsing,Looks down with sleepy stare.
Light zephyrs swaying
The boughs, are playing
A soft Æolian air.
The owlet, rousing
From daytime drowsing,
Looks down with sleepy stare.
A cloud stoops o’er them;Behind, before themThe pattering rain-drops fall.Then, helter-skelter,They fly for shelterBeneath the oak-tree tall.
A cloud stoops o’er them;
Behind, before them
The pattering rain-drops fall.
Then, helter-skelter,
They fly for shelter
Beneath the oak-tree tall.
M. E. Gorham.
M. E. Gorham.
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