And he saw young men and young girls
Who danced on a level place
And Bridget his bride among them,
With a sad and a gay face.
And dancers crowded about him,
And many a sweet thing said,
And a young man brought him red wine
And a young girl white bread.
But Bridget drew him by the sleeve,
Away from the merry bands,
To old men playing at cards
With a twinkling of ancient hands.
The bread and the wine had a doom,
For these were the host of the air;
He say and played in a dream
Of her long dim hair.
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