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DANCING MAID
In a land of honeyed blossom rare
Where streams of purest, water formed
While wandering in a valley there
Night seemed strangely lit and warmed
Upon a ridge I spied a flame
Which burnt with a celestial light
And seemed to open up the night,
Such brilliance from it came.
Below it danced and twirled a maid
Around the greenery in the glade,
And as she flew her feet lit sparks
Which like bands of fireflies danced
On perfumed air, as songs of larks
Sweet voices floated as she pranced.
I saw this bright enchanted scene
Enacted in this valley green,
All by that glow enhanced.
As I watched my heart knew joy,
A lightness never felt before.
The maid she flashed a smile so coy
Forget I cannot evermore.
