Spirits that dance
The Dantesque dance
The yellow dance
I said to be green rushes
And wild palms and
Rushes:
Naiads that sing sweet
And with
Nightingales nocturnal
Keep the owls alert
You will keep
Wisdom walking:
There were things
That floated the black sea
And troubled waves
Bearded and yellow-green
In the night
Through the tunnel underground
A whole crowd
Clustered all around
Spirits that dance
The Dantesque dance
The yellow dance
I said to be green rushes
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