The girl goes dancing there On the leaf-sown, new-mown, smooth Grass plot of the garden; Escaped from bitter youth Escaped out of her crowd Or out of her black cloud Ah, dancer, ah, sweet dancer! If strange men come from the house To lead her away, do not say That she is happy being crazy; Lead them gently astray; Let her finish her dance Let her finish her dance Ah, dancer, ah, sweet dancer! (Words are a poem by William Butler Yeats)