I saw you dancing at the Grand Rose ball
As ‘round that polished floor you swayed and swooned
Like a nascent blossom on a wind borne fall
You floated softly, blown about the room.
Never had I seen such loveliness—
Such artful motion plighted to a song,
Yet in a moment when my gaze digressed,
The music ended and the bloom was gone.
I could not find you, yes I searched in vain
Among the rouge and pink the hall adorned;
Each florets’ stem bore symbols of my pain,
Sweet haunting perfume left my soul forlorn.
Perhaps my eyes betrayed, thus so it seems…
Yet slumber closed, I dance with you in dreams.
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