Broken into the earth, the seed scattered.
The bridegroom comes again at the third day.
The sowers have come into the fields sowing.
Well, at the Grove there was a regular crowd
And a band at the Casino, so they ate
Up in the woods where you could hear the music
And the dogs barking, and after lunch she lay
Out in the open meadow. She could feel
The sun through her dress—
Don’t you want to dance?
They’re all dancing—that wonderful tune—
Are you listening? Aren’t you listening? The band
Start—stuttered and
Oh, won’t you?
No—
Just a little while. Just a little bit—
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