As, to the pipe, with rhythmic feet br In windings of some old-world dance, br The smiling couples cross and meet, br Join hands, and then in line advance, br So, to these fair old tunes of France, br Through all their maze of to-and-fro, br The light-heeled numbers laughing go, br Retreat, return, and ere they flee, br One moment pause in panting row, br And seem to say--Vos plaudite!br br Andrew Langbr br