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Bid me discourse, I will enchant thine ear,
Or like a fairy trip upon the green
Or, like a nymph, with long dishevell'd hair,
Dance upon the sands, and yet no footing seen:
Love is a spirit all compact of fire,
Not gross to sink, but light, and will aspire.
Will Shakespeare (Venus and Adonis)

..methinks old Billy knew a thing or two about affairs of the heart!
..or, mayhap, you mean something yet more profound..

At the still point of the turning world. Neither flesh nor fleshless;
Neither from nor towards; at the still point, there the dance is,
But neither arrest nor movement.
T. S Eliot (East Coker)

- myself, I am roused to dance by sweet music
- and love is such sweet music..

How say you..?