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
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