Weave we our mirthful dance,
Daughters of Zea!—Moore: Evenings in Greece.
Beneath the moonlight sky
The festal warblings flowed
Where maidens to the Queen of Heaven
Wove the gay dance.—Keble: Christian Year.
Her ‘prentice han’ she tried on man,
An’ then she made the lassies, O.
Burns: Green Grow, &c.