THE VILLAGE DANCE.
John Addington Symonds translation
No. 20.
Wide the lime-tree to the air Spreads her boughs and foliage fair; Thyme beneath is growing On the verdant meadow-where Dancers' feet are going. Through the grass a little spring Runs with jocund murmuring; All the place rejoices; Cooling zephyrs breathe and sing With their summer voices.
I have freely translated a second, which presents a more elaborate picture of a similar scene.