The Dance [a song]

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Title:     The Dance [a song]
Author: Rupert Brooke [More Titles by Brooke]

A Song

As the Wind, and as the Wind,
In a corner of the way,
Goes stepping, stands twirling,
Invisibly, comes whirling,
Bows before, and skips behind,
In a grave, an endless play--

So my Heart, and so my Heart,
Following where your feet have gone,
Stirs dust of old dreams there;
He turns a toe; he gleams there,
Treading you a dance apart.
But you see not. You pass on.

April 1915.

[The end]
Rupert Brooke's poem: Dance [a Song]

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