XXV.

And, robed again, full oft the Nymphs advanced ’Neath dewy eve in beauteous double file, And boundingly the gay Zorcíco danced, With shouldered oars and frolic feet, the while Basque drum and tamborine and Ocean’s smile Make mirthful holiday. Now high they leap, With mazy figure now the sense beguile, Now cross their clattering blades as in the deep, And laugh, dance, sing--methinks, ’tis better thus than weep.