In the magic of night
You may find a place,
Said has unanimity
That dance does sing,
The while it swings
To find a rhythm,
Will curve around
Held silken grooves,
And thus so compel
To thread the links,
That makes to compose
The nimble potion,
One can but see
Lives there within
The graceful motion,
Of innate dancers
Who bring to life
Such mellow steps,
That move so tight
They spark a daring
Which so ignites,
All hence be wanting
To dance in the dark!