Softly on a Summer morning
Mist wraiths writhe and fade away
Bare feet tread the holy greensward
Sweetly welcoming the day
Nut brown skin of lissom creature
Moving on the ancient mead
Here the dancer foots it featly
Sets the vetches springing seed
In this private invocation
On the rabbit nibbled lawn
None can touch the spirit dancer
Shimmering in England's dawn
'Til at last the lark ascending
Sweetly shrives the newborn day
Earthly measures now are ending
Finished is the antick hay
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