80 
THE TALE OF ARCHAIS 
While the gold planets toward the sunlight roll, 
Weave, weave the dance !  Weave, weave the 
eager measure ! 
 
CHARICLES 
 
Of your revels I’ll be king. 
 
ARCHAIS 
 
I the queen of your array. 
Foot it nimbly in the ring, 
 
CHARICLES 
 
Strewn with violet and may. 
 
ARCHAIS 
 
Apple-blossom pile on high, 
Till the bridal bed is duly 
Panoplied with blooms that sigh. 
 
CHARICLES 
 
Not a flower of them shall die, 
Every one shall blossom newly ; 
Stars shall lend them of their beauty, 
Rain and sunshine know their duty.