Adown the center lover’s lane;
With easy turn once more to place,
And now obeisance make to all,
And sweethearts courtesy; with rhyme
And melody, Oh, hear my call
To dance around your “Oracle” this time.
Go flutter like the turtle bird,
Don’t try to fly—’twould be absurd.
To me there’s music in the chime
Of twinkling feet with even time.