Classic and Contemporary Poetry
THE BEST OF THE BALL, by WILLIAM SAWYER First Line: At last! O, sensation delicious! Last Line: For ours is the best of the ball. Subject(s): Dancing & Dancers; Man-woman Relationships; Talk; Male-female Relations | ||||||||
AT last! O, sensation delicious! At last, it is here, it is here! That moment supremely auspicious In the jolliest ball of the year. It is all as I dreamt it would happen The rooms grown oppressive with heat, And my darling, alarm'd with the crowding, Suggesting a timely retreat. "Not there; not among the exotics; I faint with that fragrance of theirs. Let us goit will be so refreshing And find out a seat on the stairs." How dear are the lips that could utter Such exquisite music as this! How I listen'd, my heart all a-flutter, Assenting, transported with bliss! All the house with the dancers is throbbing, The music seems born of the air: O, joy of all joy the extremest, To sit, as I sit, on a stair! To sit, and to gaze on my darling, Enraptured in thrilling delight, As I think, "Never face could be fairer, Nor eyes half so tenderly bright." It is all as I knew it would happen, Yet, no; there is something I miss The eloquent words I intended To speak in a moment like this. They were tender, and soft, and poetic, And I thought, "As I timidly speak, She will smile, and a blush sympathetic Will crimson the rose in her cheek." And now that we sit here together, I onlydo all that I can Converse on the ball and the weather, While she opens and closes her fan. What I thought to have said seems audacious, Her ear it would surely offend; She would turn from me, no longer gracious, And frown my delight to an end. Far better to talk of the weather, Or ponder in rapture supreme: 'Tis so joyous to sit here together, So pleasant to wake and to dream! Contented, long hours we could measure, Forgetting, forgotten by all; Nor envy the dancers their pleasure For ours is the best of the ball. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...MISERY AND SPLENDOR by ROBERT HASS THE APPLE TREES AT OLEMA by ROBERT HASS DOUBLE SONNET by ANTHONY HECHT CONDITIONS XXI by ESSEX HEMPHILL CALIFORNIA SORROW: MOUNTAIN VIEW by MARY KINZIE SUPERBIA: A TRIUMPH WITH NO TRAIN by MARY KINZIE COUNSEL TO UNREASON by LEONIE ADAMS TWENTY QUESTIONS by DAVID LEHMAN A' CAUDAL' LECTURE by WILLIAM SAWYER CREMATION BY A BURNING ADMIRER OF SIR HENRY THOMPSON by WILLIAM SAWYER |
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