  In the brilliant hall I waited, ’Mong the merry moving throng; And I thought he was belated, For it seemed I waited long. Music mingled with the laughter, Like a hush from Dreamland sent; And the dancers followed after, While the moments came and went. Manly faces smiled a greeting, Tender glances woke love’s song; But my heart tho’ wildly beating, To one only did belong. Soon he touched me on the shoulder, While his head to mine he bent; And tho’ other looks grew colder, Yet my soul was quite content. |
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