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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=532770" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Master of the Dance</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">A chant to which it is intended a group of children shall dance and improvise pantomime led by their dancing-teacher.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>I</div><div style="margin:10px 0">A master deep-eyed<br>Ere his manhood was ripe,<br>He sang like a thrush,<br>He could play any pipe.<br>So dull in the school<br>That he scarcely could spell,<br>He read but a bit,<br>And he figured not well.<br>A bare-footed fool,<br>Shod only with grace;<br>Long hair streaming down<br>Round a wind-hardened face;<br>He smiled like a girl,<br>Or like clear winter skies,<br>A virginal light<br>Making stars of his eyes.<br>In swiftness and poise,<br>A proud child of the deer,<br>A white fawn he was,<br>Yet a fwn without fear.<br>No youth thought him vain,<br>Or made mock of his hair,<br>Or laughed when his ways<br>Were most curiously fair.<br>A mastiff at fight,<br>He could strike to the earth<br>The envious one<br>Who would challenge his worth.<br>However we bowed<br>To the schoolmaster mild,<br>Our spirits went out<br>To the fawn-looted child.<br>His beckoning led<br>Our troop to the brush.<br>We found nothing there<br>But a wind and a hush.<br>He sat by a stone<br>And he looked on the ground,<br>As if in the weeds<br>There was something profound.<br>His pipe seemed to neigh,<br>Then to bleat like a sheep,<br>Then sound like a stream<br>Or a waterfall deep.<br>It whispered strange tales,<br>Human words it spoke not.<br>Told fair things to come,<br>And our marvellous lot<br>If now with fawn-steps<br>Unshod we advanced<br>To the midst of the grove<br>And in reverence danced.<br>We obeyed as he piped<br>Soft grass to young feet,<br>Was a medicine mighty,<br>A remedy meet.<br>Our thin blood awoke,<br>It grew dizzy and wild,<br>Though scarcely a word<br>Moved the lips of a child.<br>Our dance gave allegiance,<br>It set us apart,<br>We tripped a strange measure,<br>Uplifted of heart.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>II</div><div style="margin:10px 0">We thought to be proud<br>Of our fawn everywhere.<br>We could hardly see how<br>Simple books were a care.<br>No rule of the school<br>This strange student could tame.<br>He was banished one day,<br>While we quivered with shame. <br>He piped back our love<br>On a moon-silvered night,<br>Enticed us once more<br>To the place of delight.<br>A greeting he sang<br>And it made our blood beat,<br>It tramped upon custom<br>And mocked at defeat.<br>He builded a fire<br>And we tripped in a ring,<br>The embers our books<br>And the fawn our good king.<br>And now we approached<br>All the mysteries rare<br>That shadowed his eyelids<br>And blew through his hair.<br>That spell now was peace<br>The deep strength of the trees,<br>The children of nature<br>We clambered her knees.<br>Our breath and our moods<br>Were in tune with her own,<br>Tremendous her presence,<br>Eternal her throne.<br>The ostracized child<br>Our white foreheads kissed,<br>Our bodies and souls<br>Became lighter than mist.<br>Sweet dresses like snow<br>Our small lady-loves wore,<br>Like moonlight the thoughts<br>That our bosoms upbore.<br>Like a lily the touch<br>Of each cold little hand.<br>The loves of the stars <br>We could now understand.<br>O quivering air!<br>O the crystalline night!<br>O pauses of awe<br>And the faces swan-white!<br>O ferns in the dusk!<br>O forest-shrined hour!<br>O earth that sent upward<br>The thrill and the power,<br>To lift us like leaves,<br>A delirious whirl,<br>The masterful boy<br>And the delicate girl!<br>What child that strange night-time<br>Can ever forget?<br>His fealty due<br>And his infinite debt<br>To the folly divine,<br>To the exquisite rule<br>Of the perilous master,<br>The fawn-looted fool?</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>III</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Now soldiers we seem,<br>And night brings a new thing,<br>A terrible ire,<br>As of thunder awing.<br>A warrior power,<br>That old chivalry stirred,<br>When knights took up arms,<br>As the maidens gave word.<br>THE END OF OUR WAR,<br>WILL BE GLORY UNTOLD.<br>WHEN THE TOWN LIKE A GREAT<br>BUDDING ROSE SHALL UNFOLD!<br>Near, nearer that war,<br>And that ecstasy comes,<br>We hear the trees beating<br>Invisible drums.<br>The fields of the night<br>Are starlit above,<br>Our girls are white torches<br>Of conquest and love.<br>No nerve without will,<br>And no breast without breath,<br>We whirl with the planets<br>That never know death!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Vachel+Lindsay">Vachel Lindsay</a><div class=q>
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A master deep-eyed
Ere his manhood was ripe,
He sang like a thrush,
He could play any pipe.
So dull in the school
That he sc..."></div>
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