DECA-DANCE

The warder looks down at the mid hour of night,
On the tombs that lie scatter'd below:
The moon fills the place with her silvery light,
And the churchyard like day seems to glow.
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When see! first one grave, then another opes wide,
And women and men stepping forth are descried,
In cerements snow-white and trailing.
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In haste for the sport soon their ankles they twitch,
And whirl round in dances so gay;
The young and the old, and the poor, and the rich,
But the cerements stand in their way;
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And as modesty cannot avail them aught here,
They shake themselves all, and the shrouds soon appear
Scatter'd over the tombs in confusion.
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(Goethe)

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Subject	1.5 × 2.7 cm, Aquarell
Paper	300g Water Color Paper
Dimensions	20 × 20 cm

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