I lounge in the doorway and languish in vain While Tom, Dick and Harry are dancing with Jane MY spirit rises to the music's beat ; There is a leaden fiend lurks in my feet ! To move unto your motion, Love, were sweet. Somewhere, I think, some other where, not here, In other ages, on another sphere, I danced with you, and you with me, my dear. In perfect motion did our bodies sway, To perfect music that was heard alway ; Woe's me, that am so dull of foot to-day ! To move unto your motion, Love, were sweet ; My spirit rises to the music's beat -- But, ah, the leaden demon in my feet ! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE EXAMPLE by WILLIAM HENRY DAVIES THE PRETTY GIRL OF LOCH DAN by SAMUEL FERGUSON ULTIMA THULE: MY CATHEDRAL by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW SUMMER DAWN by WILLIAM MORRIS (1834-1896) THE SPIRIT OF NATURE by RICHARD REALF HILL MAN'S BURIAL by LILLIAN M. (PETTES) AINSWORTH ENDURANCE by ELIZABETH AKERS ALLEN IN ENVY OF COWS by JOSEPH AUSLANDER TO SIR JOHN SPENSER KNIGHTE, ALDERMAN OF LONDON by RICHARD BARNFIELD |