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 music sighs and slumbers, It stirs and sleeps again. . . Hush, it wakes and weeps and murmurs Like a woman's heart in pain; Now it laughs and calls and coaxes, Like a lover in the night, Now it pants with sudden longing, Now it sobs with spent delight.

Like bright and wind-blown lilies, The dancers sway and shine, Swift in a rhythmic circle, Soft in a rhythmic line; Their lithe limbs gleam like amber 21