Than this flesh and blood below.
Give me back the robe whereby
I may once more reach my sky,
And, for deed of gentilesse,
When I don again my dress,
I will dance, to do thee pleasure,
One round of our heavenly measure;
I will sing, to comfort thee,
One strain of the melody
Heard by souls divine, in sphere
Where the Light is lovelier!"
He.
"Ah! to see you fly I dread
When I yield this wonder! Tread
First your measure, Lady sweet!
Then I place it at your feet."
She.
"Shame upon thee! I have heard
Men will break a plighted word,
But with us this is not so!
All unveiled the Spirits go;
And nay is nay, and yes is yes:
I dance not else! Give me the dress!"
