Neville

Dance

Dance

Dance not upon

Swollen dew soaked

Meadows

But on banks of mill pools

Deep dark and still

Where I shall have

My way between these

Shadows

Keen and calling

Deep dark and still

Somewhere gasping

Laughing loving mid

Quiet forest

Cool calm and becoming

Deep dark and still

Then to dance a dance

Of freedom sighing

Ne\'er to come

This way again

Dark deep and still