Once in a wintry field.
(While December concludes his song, all the other months troop in from the garden, or advance out of the background. The twelve join hands in a circle, and begin dancing round to a stately measure as the Curtain falls.)
—Christina G. Rossetti.
“Oh, come ye in peace here, or come ye in war,
Or to dance at our bridal, young Lord Lockinvar?”
Uncle Ned’s Tale.
Well, lads, it was in summer time, and just at morning’s light
We heard the “Boot and Saddle” sound: the foe was then in sight,
Just winding round a distant hill[476] and opening on the plain.