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When morning is high o'er the hilltops, / On river and stream and lake, / Wherever a young breeze whispers, / The sun-clad dancers wake.
One after one up-springing, / They flash from their dim retreat. / Merry as running laughter / Is the news of their twinkling feet.
Over the floors of azure / Wherever the wind-flaws run, / Sparkling, leaping, and racing, / Their antics scatter the sun.
As long as water ripples / And weather is clear and glad, / Day after day they are dancing, / Never a moment sad.
But when through the field of heaven / The wings of storm take flight, / At a touch of the flying shadows / They falter and slip from sight.
Until at the gray day's ending, / As the squadrons of cloud retire, / They pass in the triumph of sunset / With banners of crimson fire.