Have been among the dancers, and have trod
The measures of a merry instrument.
I knew it as I went; for I was met
By a pure reach of moonlight that came down
Between the city walls, and I went back
A moment to regard its silver brow,
And list its gentle lesson; but a sound
Of music and of thrilling voices came
From the half opened window, and the laugh
Of a remembered girl bewilderingly