Song from Callirrhoe

I dance and dance! Another faun,

A black one, dances on the lawn.

He moves with me, and when I lift

My heels his feet directly shift:

I can’t outdance him though I try;

He dances nimblier than I.

I toss my head, and so does he;

What tricks he dares to play with me!

I touch the ivy in my hair;

Ivy he has and finger there.

The spiteful thing to mock me so!

I will outdance him! Ho, ho, ho!

Michael Field