SWEET DANCER
 
 THE girl goes dancing there
 On the leaf-sown, new-mown, smooth
 Grass plot of the garden;
 Escaped from bitter youth,
 Escaped out of her crowd,
 Or out of her black cloud.
 Ah, dancer, ah, sweet dancer.!
 
 If strange men come from the house
 To lead her away, do not say
 That she is happy being crazy;
 Lead them gently astray;
 Let her finish her dance,
 Let her finish her dance.
 Ah, dancer, ah, sweet dancer.!