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HEY danced beneath the stars, a crazy rout With antic steps that had some little grace; And one leapt high with song and frenzied shout, And one ran silent with a gleaming face.

They danced until the shy moon looking down Deemed herself lost above some Grecian glade; A mile away the trim New England town Echoed the Bacchanalian din they made.

And still they danced, until the moon sank low, Blushing a little, and night's diadem Of stars grew pale before the eastern glow. &hellip; And with the dawn their keepers came for them. 87