by AE
What Wizard at twilight
Made gay the light feet?
What Voice in their voices
Sounded so sweet?

Who whirled the children
Into His dream,
To sway with the boughs
And curve with the stream?

One dance in one mind
Were clouds in the air,
The rapturous feet,
The flicker of hair.

Too soon it was over
The magical hour.
They parted like leaves
From a withering flower.

The twilight thickened:
The moon rose pale,
And they ran to their homes
By the hill or the vale.
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