She danced out on a summer day
As though alone and unconcerned
With anybody else at all;
She moved for love of motion

The sky was blue, the clouds were few,
The sun looked on delighted:
The music moved her, every part,
Her body was ignited

And as she spun and whirled and turned
The earth was laughing tears of joy;
For it had little notion

That one like her, a child of earth,
Had kept so much of life, of birth;
Who knew the music of the spheres
It’s love-embracing potion:

And how the soul’s invited
To dance whenever dancing’s good,
And keep your boy- or your girl-hood