14 May 2012
On the heath we did dance, O'er daisies, moss and moonlit grass, The evening song our minuet Though he bade me not remove his mask.
A more nimble knave I ne'er did see Who softly called me from my bed, Who wanted one brisk owl-song jig Before dawn when I was to be wed.
My curiosity spurred me on To unmask my mysterious sir And with soft touch in dreamlike clasp I snatched it off and he did turn.
Now I am bound to windowpane, Like many other sweet young maids, To search the heath for my dancing love Who stole my heart as debt repaid.
Midnight Dancer • Opuss № I