'TWAS just a waltz the musicians played, Between the galop and the lanciers, But it broke a wound I thought was healed, And just for a moment my senses reeled At the sound of the waltz the musicians played, Between the galop and the lanciers. My memory's played me many a trick; But maddest was her fancy, When she changed that hall to a little lane, Where a cow-boy whistled a sweet refrain That was just the tune the musicians played, Between the galop and the lanciers. Ah! Nannie, I thought the lesson was learned, Till I stood to-night in the ball-room, And the eyes of the ladies by my side All suddenly merged into blue eyes wide At the sound of the waltz the musicians played, Between the galop and the lanciers. Dear sweet young eyes of the tenderest blue, Do you ever weep, I wonder, For the man who left you for honor's sake, The man whose heart was nigh to break At the waltz the musicians played to-night Between the galop and the lanciers? | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SLEEPLESS NIGHT by SARA TEASDALE APRIL by WILLIAM CARLOS WILLIAMS BLUEFLAGS by WILLIAM CARLOS WILLIAMS THE NEW ARRIVAL by GEORGE WASHINGTON CABLE ULTIMA THULE: MY CATHEDRAL by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW ARCADIA: SESTINA by PHILIP SIDNEY |