Tuesday, May 8, 2012

Dance, my dearies, dance.

   By Rose Fyleman
Dance, my dearies, dance, my pretties,
In a snowy ring; I will pipe the merry ditties
That the fairies sing.
Blackbirds, thrushes, linnets, starlings -
They will pipe them, too,
And the little winds, my darlings,
All shall dance with you.


Dance, my dearies, dance, my pretties,
On the daisied floors;
Only in the smoky cities
Folk are still indoors.
All along the meadow highways
Leap and skip and prance;
All among the elfin byways
Dance, my dearies, dance.

Bless the LORD, O my soul: and all that is within me, bless his holy name.
Psalm 103:1

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