At midnight's bell

All sleeping souls rise up entranced

To prance across the nighted world;

They whirl and leap  

And, shrieking, fly and fly around the moon

Until they swoon and tumble down to hell—

Which is their mortal shell rejoined.

And waking,

Some remember with a timid shaking

How a dream is but a dream, no more.

But you and I,

Who love to fly, embrace the dark with jubilance

And fling ourselves each night into this

Shadowdance.

For what is earthly walkinc, running?

When a cunning music calls

We fall into a metronomic trance,

Ascend with a graceful spin, and begin to

Shadowdance.