  I hear a burst of music on the night! Look at the white whirl of their bodies, see The sweep of arms seraphical and free, And over their heads a rush of circling light, That draws them on with mystery and might: But O the wild dance and the deathless song, And O the lifted faces glad and strong— Eternal passion burning still and white! But she who glances downward, who is she, Her face stilled with the shadow of a pain? The one who let all go for that mad chance? And does some sudden gust of memory, Bringing the earth, sweep back into the brain?... But O the wild white whirl of the wild dance!
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