Dance.

Faeries, come take me out of this dull world,

For I would ride with you upon the wind,

Run on the top of the dishevelled tide,

And dance upon the mountains like a flame.

W.B. Yeats

The dance's pattern, dance while you can.

Dance, dance, for the figure is easy

The tune is catching and will not stop

Dance till the stars come down from the rafters

Dance, dance, dance till you drop.

W.H. Auden

I have stretched ropes from steeple to steeple; Garlands from window to window; Golden chains from star to star ... And I dance.

Arthur Rimbaud