I shall forget your names too soon, no doubt,
O dear companions through this dance’s steps,
But I’ll not lightly, nor so soon, forget
The glory bright with which your face was lit
And the high Joy it stirred up in my soul—
Between the happy pleasure of each turn
And the deep longing pangs within my heart
That thrill with sorrow every fiber there.
I wrote this poem last month, after a delightful party. But I was if anything thinking more of far earlier experiences. I had thought of perhaps adding a second verse, but lacking any immediate ideas decided to post it in this form.
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