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Rh When 'neath the linden-tree, Young folks I chance to see, I set them moving soon; His nose the dull lad curls, The formal maiden whirls, Obedient to my tune.

Wings to the feet ye lend, O'er hill and vale ye send The lover far from home; When shall I, on your breast, Ye kindly Muses, rest, And cease at length to roam?

 RECIPROCAL INVITATION TO THE DANCE.

Come to the dance with me, come with me, fair one! Dances a feast-day like this may well crown; If thou my sweetheart art not, thou canst be so, But if thou wilt not, we still will dance on. Come to the dance with me, come with me, fair one! Dances a feast-day like this may well crown.

Loved one, without thee, what then would all feasts be? Sweet one, without thee, what then were the dance? If thou my sweetheart wert not, I would dance not, If thou art still so, all life is one feast, Loved one, without thee, what then would the feast be? Sweet one, without thee, what then were the dance?

Let them but love, then, and leave us the dancing! Languishing love cannot bear the glad dance. 