And as most of the dancers were youthful in years,
And none had grown old in their hearts, so their fears
Were more transient to them than to those who were older,
While their daring, as well as their folly, was bolder.
Day waned into night, and with no sign of rain,
They had dreaded the night, but the moon shone again
And that seemed the signal that none were to die,
So they sat down to eat with the table banked high,
And glad with the thought of the waters declining,
They forgot all their trials and soon began dining,