'TWAS just a waltz the musicians played, Between the galop and the lanciers, But it broke a wound I thought was healed, And just for a moment my senses reeled At the sound of the waltz the musicians played, Between the galop and the lanciers. My memory's played me many a trick; But maddest was her fancy, When she changed that hall to a little lane, Where a cow-boy whistled a sweet refrain That was just the tune the musicians played, Between the galop and the lanciers. Ah! Nannie, I thought the lesson was learned, Till I stood to-night in the ball-room, And the eyes of the ladies by my side All suddenly merged into blue eyes wide At the sound of the waltz the musicians played, Between the galop and the lanciers. Dear sweet young eyes of the tenderest blue, Do you ever weep, I wonder, For the man who left you for honor's sake, The man whose heart was nigh to break At the waltz the musicians played to-night Between the galop and the lanciers? | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...PENMAEN POOL by GERARD MANLEY HOPKINS THE STAR OF BETHLEHEM by HENRY KIRKE WHITE WHEN I HEARD AT THE CLOSE OF THE DAY by WALT WHITMAN PROMETHEUS BOUND: PROMETHEUS THE TEACHER OF MEN by AESCHYLUS PEARLS OF THE FAITH: 59. AL-MUBDI by EDWIN ARNOLD FOUR SONNETS: 1 by FRANK DAVIS ASHBURN ALONG SHORE by HERBERT BASHFORD |