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. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE FLAMING HEART by RICHARD CRASHAW ENCOURAGED by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR SONNET: 104 by WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE THERE WAS A BOY (VERSION 1) by WILLIAM WORDSWORTH ASPIRATIONS: 10 by MATHILDE BLIND |