W.B.Yeats - Sweet Dancer

The girl goes dancing there

on a leaf-sown, new-mown, smooth

grass plot of the garden

escaped from bitter youth

escaped out of her crowd

or out of her black cloud

ah, sweet dancer, sweet dancer.

If strange men come from the house

to lead her away, do not say

that she's happy being crazy

lead them gently astray

let her finish her dance

let her finish her dance

Ah sweet dancer, sweet dancer.

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