weeper's yellow hair a yellow primrose. She brought it to the gate
and laid it in Martin's hand.

"Now you will play for us, won't you?" said she. "A dance for a
spring-morning when the leaves dance on the apple-trees."

Then Martin tuned his lute and played and sang as follows, while the
girls took hands and danced in a green chain among the twisty trees.

The green leaf dances now,
The green leaf dances now,
The green leaf with its tilted wings
Dances on the bough,
And every rustling air
Says, I've caught you, caught you,
Leaf with tilted wings,
Caught you in a snare!
Whose snare? Spring's,
That bound you to the bough
Where you dance now,
Dance, but cannot fly,
For all your tilted wings
Pointing to the sky;
Where like martins you would dart
But for Spring's delicious art
That caught you to the bough,
Caught, yet left you free
To dance if not to fly--oh see!
As you are dancing now,
Dancing on the bough,