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IN gold and grey with fleering looks of sin
I watch them come; by two by three by four Advancing slow with loutings they begin Their woven measure widening from the door; While music-men behind are straddling in With flutes1 to brisk their feet across the floor — And jangled dulcimers and fiddles2 thin That taunt3 the twirling antic through once more. They pause and hushed to whispers steal away. With cunning glances; silent go their shoon On creakless stairs; but far away the dogs Bark at some lonely farm: and haply they Have clambered back into the dusky moon 点击收听单词发音
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