THE stars were out and the moon was bright At the Junior Promenade, But all the glories of starlit night Were bated before the splendid sight Of that merry throng -- and my lady in white, At the Junior Promenade. Oh, she was tall and wondrous fair At the Junior Promenade, Her eyes were stars, and black was her hair, Her cheeks shone red in the bright light's glare: I worshiped her quite as I danced with her there, At the Junior Promenade. She waltzed with the grace of a goddess divine At the Junior Promenade. I held her close, her hand in mine, My cheek touched the strands of her hair so fine, A perfume arose from her lips of wine, At the Junior Promenade. Such seeds of love in my heart were sown At the Junior Promenade, Till soon came the end -- I was left alone, And then found out -- what I cannot disown -- That I had made love to the chaperone At the Junior Promenade. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE BOOK OF MARTYRS by EMILY DICKINSON HIPPOLYTUS TEMPORIZES by HILDA DOOLITTLE A NET TO SNARE THE MOONLIGHT by NICHOLAS VACHEL LINDSAY JONAH'S SONG, FR. MOBY DICK by HERMAN MELVILLE TO A DOG by JOSEPHINE PRESTON PEABODY NEURASTENIA by AGNES MARY F. ROBINSON TO A CONTEMPORARY BUNKSHOOTER by CARL SANDBURG |