Poetry Explorer- Classic Contemporary Poetry, AT THE BALL, by H. G. DUNHAM


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AT THE BALL, by                    
First Line: Down the room now swiftly gliding
Last Line: Was its end.
Subject(s): Flirtation


DOWN the room now swiftly gliding,
Back again, with motion slow,
Whispered words to you confiding,
Thrilled by answers sweet and low, --
What a strange exhilaration
But to touch you in the dance!
What a sweet intoxication
In your glance!

But when came the time for parting,
When I ought to say good-by
(For you said that all were starting),
Either a half-stifled sigh,
Or the sudden blushes dyeing
Your sweet face with rose-tint fine,
Pressure of your soft hand lying
Hid in mine, --

Every sweet unconscious token
Told me what I longed to know;
But till the fond word was spoken,
Sweet, I could not let you go.
. . . . . . . . .
Now you ask me, the day after,
To describe the ball, my friend;
Best to me, sir, -- stop your laughter, --
Was its end.





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