When in my arms thou restest, As round we go, and round, (Like some sweet bird thou nestest, Lulled by the music's sound,) When in my arms thou dreamest, As round and round we go, Juanita, dear, thou seemest A spirit here below. So light thy every motion -- Thy step that follows mine -- Oh on some fairy ocean We seem to float, divine! Would it might cease, ah never, This music's rapturous sound! Would we could waltz forever, Juanita, round and round! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...OUR CAMP; IN THE AUTUMN WOODS by ROBERT FROST SMALL COUNTRIES by JAMES GALVIN IVY by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON COUNSEIL TO A BACHELER by MARIANNE MOORE AFTER DIVORCE; FOR NAHID SARMAD by KAREN SWENSON TREKKING THE HILLS OF NORTHERN THAILAND by KAREN SWENSON |