Oh, when the Balaika is heard o'er the sea, I'll dance the Romaika by moonlight with thee; If waves then advancing, should steal on our play, Thy white feet, in dancing, shall chase them away. When the Balaika is heard o'er the sea, Thou'lt dance the Romaika, my own love, with me. On then, how featly the dance we'll renew, Treading so fleetly its light mazes through: Till stars, looking o'er us from heaven's high bow'rs Would change their bright chorus for one dance of ours! When the Balaika is heard o'er the sea, Thou'lt dance the Romaika, my own love, with me. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...NEED OF LOVING by STRICKLAND GILLILAN THE ILIAD: ACHILLES OVER THE TRENCH by HOMER THE CREATION (A NEGRO SERMON) by JAMES WELDON JOHNSON REBEL MOTHER'S LULLABY by SHANE LESLIE TO THE WHITE FIENDS by CLAUDE MCKAY THE PLEASURES OF IMAGINATION; A POEM. ENLARGED VERSION: BOOK 1 by MARK AKENSIDE ON SICK LEAVE, 1916 by HAMILTON FISH ARMSTRONG ON BEING ASKED IF ONE WAS A NUMBER, REPLY TO MR. HOUGHTON by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD |