And men and maids all danced in a ring
With much delight, like children at their play.
For music they’ve small drums and reed-made fifes,
And vocal chants, monotonous and shrill,
To which they’ll dance for hours without fatigue.
The children of small growth are naked, and
The boys and men wear but a narrow cloth.
How I delight to see those naked boys!
Their well-form’d limbs, their bright, smooth, red-brown skin,
And every motion full of grace and health;