Shuffling Feet

Joys increase where hearts lie open To the sun and reign, Where Jack and Jill are King and Queen, Diamonds or no. Pharaoh and Caesar Must bow down To the spade and to the plough. Augurs of harvest utter Words of life and words of death. Black the gallows, red the wine. Nimble or club-footed we glide, or shuffle, To the dance. Does Death sleeve every ace? Not every race is to the strong. Under the cold moon and stars They sleep Awaiting the coming sun, Dreamers wrapped in many-coloured strands Great pains did dye and card.