The dance floor was filled with glimmering bodies
All wound in blue and golden thread.
Through the glass roof shone the moon
And moonlight across the room was shed.
I danced in a gown of white and gold,
My hair spun into a glittering crown.
From one to another, I flitted and twirled,
My face was a smile – my heart was a frown.
I danced as brightly and spryly as any,
With steps shimmering by the glowing moon
I danced with every man, but none were quite
So fair as the one at the very far end of the room.
It was him with whom I longed to dance,
And his hands I longed to hold.
But I only passed by him once, just once,
As the moon rose high and the night grew old.
My lips spoke fairly to those I passed,
But my eyes were always glancing sly.
Oh, how radiant stood he, how tall!
I would dance with him – or die.
Taking up my golden skirts,
I swept across the gleaming floor
Plunged through partners in the waltz
‘Neath leaping maidens in mid-soar.
The gentlemen all watched me go
The girls with rolling eyes looked on
And he! He turned and saw me come,
As in the sky the sun now dawned.
I came to a breathless, wordless stop,
He looked at me, in the rising sun,
And what happened next? I know not –
For this my tale has just begun.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
beautiful heart felt work of art on the dance floor...so romantic...enjoyed it a lot