Dance of the Sprites
Dance so softly as in a feathered forest
with airy singers in a heavenly chorus
to the morning mist and perky shamrocks
primitive gardens in bloom and lilacs
jumping in wild formations out of earth
looking at the sun with glee and mirth
forming a setting for the dance of the sprites
to dance and dance all the days and nights
o dance they do to the drums and fifes
and heavenly singers 'til the morning arrives
floating with lofted feet and poetic arms
with quixotic moods and sentimental charms
violins and voices and tears of the saints
natural rhythms and song with no restraints
dancing freely with the wind and seas
zephyrs climbing up the mountain leas
supple forests of green rising high
up and up to the melodious sky
where the spirits of sound all assemble
and the clouds and the sky also tremble
and the sprites dance to the sequential rain
and to the rivulets and all else that lay claimed
dancing out of sight to the eyes and ears
but to the spirit of the quixotic sonneteers
to melodies that linger after the song is sung
and the quivering violins after being strummed
when the song and dance become a delight
in memory of the sprites as they dance out of sight
“ O music and song, keep me in thy range
with thy romantic spirit and mystical chains.”
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