On a summer midnight, you can hear the music
Of the weak pipe and the little drum
And see them >>4323915 dancing around the bonfire. Round and round the fire,
Leaping through the flames, or joined in circles,
Rustically solemn or in rustic laughter. Keeping time,
Keeping the rhythm in their dancing
And that of beasts. Feet rising and falling.
Eating and drinking. Dung and death.