Dance
Bring on the witches ,
Natures dance,
Wolves and nymph at the door,
Let the trees rejoice,
With blackbirds call,
And Mother's children encant with reverance.
Dance
Bring on the witches ,
Natures dance,
Wolves and nymph at the door,
Let the trees rejoice,
With blackbirds call,
And Mother's children encant with reverance.
Poetry is what gets lost in translation.
Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.
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