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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=384283" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>A Waltz-Quadrille</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">The band was playing a waltz-quadrille, <br> I felt as light as a wind-blown feather, <br>As we floated away, at the caller’s will, <br> Through the intricate, mazy dance together.<br>Like mimic armies our lines were meeting, <br>Slowly advancing, and then retreating, <br> All decked in their bright array; <br>And back and forth to the music’s rhyme<br>We moved together, and all the time<br> I knew you were going away.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The fold of your strong arm sent a thrill<br> From heart to brain as we gently glided<br>Like leaves on the wave of that waltz-quadrille; <br> Parted, met, and again divided –<br>You drifting one way, and I another, <br>Then suddenly turning and facing each other, <br> Then off in the blithe chasse.<br>Then airily back to our places swaying, <br>While every beat of the music seemed saying<br> That you were going away.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I said to my heart, ‘Let us take our fill<br> Of mirth, and music, and love, and laughter; <br>For it all must end with this waltz-quadrille, <br> And life will never be the same life after.<br>Oh that the caller might go on calling! <br>Oh that the music might go on falling<br> Like a shower of silver spray, <br>While we whirled on to the vast Forever, <br>Where no hearts break, and no ties sever, <br> And no one goes away! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">A clamour, a crash, and the band was still, <br> ‘Twas the end of the dream, and the end of the measure: <br>The last low notes of that waltz-quadrille<br> Seemed like a dirge o’er the death of Pleasure.<br>You said good-night, and the spell was over –<br>Too warm for a friend, and too cold for a lover –<br> There was nothing else to say; <br>But the lights looked dim, and the dancers weary, <br>And the music was sad and the hall was dreary, <br> After you went away.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Ella+Wheeler+Wilcox">Ella Wheeler Wilcox</a><div class=q>
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 I felt as light as a wind-blown feather, 
As we floated away, at the caller’s will, 
 Through the intricate, mazy dance together.
Like mimic armies our lines were meeting, 
Slowly advancing, and then ret..."></div>
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