The wind went combing through the grass,
The tall white daisies rocked and bowed;
Such ecstasy that never was
Possessed the shining multitude.
They turned their faces to the sun,
And danced the radiant morn away;
Of all his brave eye looked upon,
His daughters of delight were they.
And when the round and yellow moon,
Like a pale petal of the dusk
Blown loose, above the sea rim shone,
They gave me no more need to ask
How immortality is named;
For I remembered like a dream
How ages since my spirit flamed
To wear their guise and dance with them.
I am busy working to bring Bliss Carman's "The Dancers of the Field" to life through some unique musical arrangements and will have a full analysis of the poem here for you later.
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