The Dance

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Title:     The Dance
Author: David Morton [More Titles by Morton]

When we had gone from out the blazing room,
Into the cool and leafy dark, at last,
And found a sweetness in the summer gloom,
A holy quiet on the ways we passed,--
We turned, with only half-regretful glance
At silhouettes beyond that square of light,--
Content to leave the laughter and the dance,
For green, cool chambers of the summer night.

I think that we shall not be otherwise,
When we have quit all rooms where once we went,--
But gazing back with grave, untroubled eyes,
Shall find ourselves so quietly content,
We shall not wish to alter that estate,
Nor seek again the dance we left of late.

[The end]
David Morton's poem: Dance

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