A Wall Flower

I lounge in the doorway and languish in vain While Tom, Dick and Harry are dancing with Jane

My spirit rises to the music's beat; There is a leaden fiend lurks in my feet! To move unto your motion, Love, were sweet.

Somewhere, I think, some other where, not here, In other ages, on another sphere, I danced with you, and you with me, my dear.

In perfect motion did our bodies sway, To perfect music that was heard alway; Woe's me, that am so dull of foot to-day!

To move unto your motion, Love, were sweet; My spirit rises to the music's beat-- But, ah, the leaden demon in my feet!