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Long she sported freely, lightly,
With her soft and glowing chain;—
"Nay ! it clasps my heart so tightly,
I must break the toy in twain."
With her soft and glowing chain;—
"Nay ! it clasps my heart so tightly,
I must break the toy in twain."
Vain resolve!—the tie that bound her,
Harden'd 'neath her struggling will;
Fast its blossoms remonstrance fell around her,
But the fetter linger'd still.
Harden'd 'neath her struggling will;
Fast its blossoms remonstrance fell around her,
But the fetter linger'd still.
TO
They tell me in Fashion's illumined saloon,
Where the dance lightly echoes the melody's tune,
Where Beauty and Grace weave the spell of delight,
And the waltz and mazourka mock Time in his flight,
Where they crown the gay hours with rarest of flowers,
No forms floating there are more lovely than yours;
That the brightest of balls wants a charm and a grace,
If your eyes refuse their soft light to the place.
Where the dance lightly echoes the melody's tune,
Where Beauty and Grace weave the spell of delight,
And the waltz and mazourka mock Time in his flight,
Where they crown the gay hours with rarest of flowers,
No forms floating there are more lovely than yours;
That the brightest of balls wants a charm and a grace,
If your eyes refuse their soft light to the place.
