As, to the pipe, with rhythmic feet <br />In windings of some old-world dance, <br />The smiling couples cross and meet, <br />Join hands, and then in line advance, <br />So, to these fair old tunes of France, <br />Through all their maze of to-and-fro, <br />The light-heeled numbers laughing go, <br />Retreat, return, and ere they flee, <br />One moment pause in panting row, <br />And seem to say--Vos plaudite!<br /><br />Andrew Lang<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/dizain/
