Exulting in existence. Insects wing
Their wondrous measures, music-timed, amidst
The golden twilight. Health and vigour flow
From this activity. Then needs not man,
Whose strength is fretted by the cares of mind
As well as toils of body, to renew
His wearied spirits by the livening joys
Awaiting on the dance? Whene’er prolonged
To midnight hours, immodestly pursued,
Or borne to weariness, a thing thus good