With dalliance in the night
the mummers whirl about in sashes of color
weaving the web once spun in ancient rime
watching as the gypsies take flight.
Lanterns swinging in the willows faire,
drums christening the initiation of gaiety
laurels twined in and out of plaits of gold and bronze, crown blushing maidens;
plucking them from this chaste and holy lair.
Patterns of lovers and players bound with ribbons and magic;
festivities of the eventide gambol on through the morrow
compositions of life unwind,
leaving behind the unhallowed layers.
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