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Siegfried Sassoon - Goblin Revel
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In gold and grey, with fleering looks of sin,   
I watch them come; by two, by three, by four,   
Advancing slow, with loutings they begin   
Their woven measure, widening from the door;   
While music-men behind are straddling in
With flutes to brisk their feet across the floor,—   
And jangled dulcimers, and fiddles thin   
That taunt the twirling antic through once more.   
   
They pause, and hushed to whispers, steal away.   
With cunning glances; silent go their shoon
On creakless stairs; but far away the dogs   
Bark at some lonely farm: and haply they   
Have clambered back into the dusky moon   
That sinks beyond the marshes loud with frogs.
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