The fairies break their dances <br />And leave the printed lawn, <br />And up from India glances <br />The silver sail of dawn. <br /> <br />The candles burn their sockets, <br />The blinds let through the day, <br />The young man feels his pockets <br />And wonders what's to pay.<br /><br />Alfred Edward Housman<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-fairies-break-their-dances/
