I DANCE and dance ! Another faun
A black one, dances on the lawn.
He moves with me, and when I lift
My heels his feet directly shift :
I can't outdance him though I try ;
He dances nimbler than I.
I toss my head, and so does he ;
What tricks he dares to play on me 1
I touch the ivy in my hair ;
Ivy he has and finger there.
The spiteful thing to mock me so I
I will outdance him ! Ho, ho, ho !