Dancers Turning Topsy Turvy

1-dancers of the night With long hats Turning topsy turvy In their veils The firs and oaks Are on fire Thoughts pant with Stubborn lustful desire And The waters have lost Their twilight haze To the black and silver Of the moon This night, this night… Think Think Think Though time has come to Sleep. 2-siren Placed strategically On the rock you call To other sirens Likewise Though the night haze Be rather dense nay Denser than night mists And magic: The waters are restless The waters be restless The waters move forth 3-this day This dance of the witches This scream in the Night This day This day The beetle dances On a single foot The hedgehogs gave a collective Cry And it was night Deep night Of satyrs and the ghosts and Shrouds Deep night of dreams Sub-conscious horror and Delight The witch does not have a straight Nose But crooked In the dance of the witches A witch with apron I In the hoarse cry of To the moon The aversion to scrutiny And Looks of sheer Curiosity: Stink The brooms of the witches Wonderful Turkish type figures shine At night, dancing The waters light Once every hour They light Then go I I I It is the feast From a rare yearly Number: Glide In to the slimy nocturnal Forests Tight with spirits and with Souls Running between trees Zigzagging up the paths Of small hills and then down rolling It be night It be night Waters gleaming Waters gleaming Waters gleaming Beyond The city bastions gleaming Time is now As Time will be And The witch-dances are A minstrelsy.