For quadrilles and the reels that they all loved so well;
And the lovers who danced—but there’s no use to dwell
Upon that, for all lovers are happy who dance
To the music and whirl with a dizzy side glance.
So the “Oracle” called from a platform to stand on,
And they danced to his rhymes with a heedless abandon,
While the waters were leaving an Island becrowned
With a house and a barn on an acre of ground.
(The Oracle Calls.)