The cat went here and there |
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And the moon spun round like a top, | |
And the nearest kin of the moon, | |
The creeping cat, looked up. | |
Black Minnaloushe stared at the moon, | |
For, wander and wail as he would, | |
The pure cold light in the sky | |
Troubled his animal blood. | |
Minnaloushe runs in the grass | |
Lifting his delicate feet. | |
Do you dance, Minnaloushe, do you dance? | |
When two close kindred meet, | |
What better than call a dance? | |
Maybe the moon may learn, | |
Tired of that courtly fashion, | |
A new dance turn. | |
Minnaloushe creeps through the grass | |
From moonlit place to place, | |
The sacred moon overhead | |
Has taken a new phase. | |
Does Minnaloushe know that his pupils | |
Will pass from change to change, | |
And that from round to crescent, | |
From crescent to round they range? | |
Minnaloushe creeps through the grass | |
Alone, important and wise, | |
And lifts to the changing moon | |
His changing eyes. |
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