THE leader waved his light baton; The frail bows of the players trembled; A flash! a flare! the height was won And all the hosts of song assembled! Resistlessly the overture Swept on and captured sense and reason; Then Chloe smiled — success was sure For this first concert of the season. The chairs were filled with charming folk, And beauty vied with wealth and talent; The graciousness the music woke Was showered on some near-by gallant. The symphonies were often light, But Chloe's heart seemed ever lighter; Tschaikowsky's dancing themes were bright, But Chloe's eyes were always brighter. As on and on the music sped, Or paused in sombre note and measure, It seemed as if all sense had fled Save that of vague, ecstatic pleasure, Which held the nerves in rhythmic bonds; But Chloe stirred her golden tresses And then I thought of nought but blondes And scarlet plumes and silver dresses. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE MOUNTAIN WHIPPOORWILL (A GEORGIA ROMANCE) by STEPHEN VINCENT BENET SELF-ANALYSIS by DAVID IGNATOW WE FACE THE FUTURE by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON JOHN ERICSSON DAY MEMORIAL, 1918 by CARL SANDBURG |