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Rh Exchange their vows and murmur'd madrigal With lip-devotion from the heart afar, With words of flame that melt not lips that freeze, In faded light of yellow afternoon They drowse their disillusion with a dance, Subduing sorrow to a saraband, Attuning madness to the minuet And passion to the pavane,

(To the dancers.)

While you may, O silken shepherd of the gilded crook, And masquerading satin shepherdess Your single lamb perfum'd with bergamot, Play your brocaded pastoral! play on Your comedy of mimic love and hate, With trivial interlude of muted strings Or far-off winding of a huntsman's horn. Soon the long-brooding thunderstorm shall break