In silver-blue the dew lies bright;
The Midsummer night is abrim with light.
Come take each other by the hand--
The music has wakened all over the land.
Go gladly up and gladly down,
The dancing flies outwards like laughter;
From blossom-field to mountain-crown
Rejoice in the joy that comes after.
I remember hearing this sung at Worldcon in 1986 (yeah, I'm
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