Poem by Rupert Chawner Brooke

The Dance

            A Song

   As the Wind, and as the Wind,
       In a corner of the way,
   Goes stepping, stands twirling,
   Invisibly, comes whirling,
   Bows before, and skips behind,
     In a grave, an endless play--

   So my Heart, and so my Heart,
       Following where your feet have gone,
   Stirs dust of old dreams there;
   He turns a toe; he gleams there,
   Treading you a dance apart.
     But you see not. You pass on.

1. The Jolly Company
2. The One Before the Last
3. The Great Lover
4. Song (All suddenly the wind comes soft)
5. The Funeral of Youth: Threnody

Henry Livingston The Dance ("Take the name of the swain, a forlorn witless elf")

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