By the farmhouse
In the dark
Red-tailed they dance
Figures of Night!
Imagination be in flare
Before the eyes the very
Eyes it dares!
Round and round still dance
Red-tailed Figures of the Night!
Imagination to Things converges
And Things for Imagination yearn
All has to, all converges
Dances
Dances the red-tailed
Up to night's cliff line verges
There in white
Come barefoot light
And be guided by star-light!
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