A Dancing Girl
Dark daughter of a dancing race
How do you weave your secret spells?
Song cannot show with what strange grace
You lightly lift your frock of lace
Sewn thick with little silver bells.
How do you weave your secret spells?
Song cannot show with what strange grace
You lightly lift your frock of lace
Sewn thick with little silver bells.
You hold us with your haunting eyes,
And in your hair so soft and long
Our souls are snared; yet we are wise,
We know you through your dark disguise
You are a witch-girl weird and strong.
And in your hair so soft and long
Our souls are snared; yet we are wise,
We know you through your dark disguise
You are a witch-girl weird and strong.
A pagan creature, with the grace
Of the lost childhood of the world,
Of the lost childhood of the world,
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