A MIDNIGHT DANCE

And how the fiddlers’ fiery bows
Cried FASTER to the tripping toes!

Most rare and lovely was the view—
The twist of red, the flash of blue!
The mouse unfrightened, stared to see
The skipping hues of revelry.

Suddenly stopped the dancing din,
The fiddlers fled, the moon went in:
’Twas thus the kindly fairies came

To show this boy a midnight game.