Dorothy Dancing.
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The violins sob, and the piccolos sigh,
And the harp chords in thrilling love-measures reply,
And it's all to greet
The musical beat
Of Dorothy's dancing feet.
And the harp chords in thrilling love-measures reply,
And it's all to greet
The musical beat
Of Dorothy's dancing feet.
They rise and fall and they fall and rise,
And weave strange spells in my love-glamoured eyes,
Like blossoms that flutter soft breezes before,
They poise half an inch from the envious floor,
Then the delicate points of her little bronze shoes
Fall, light as the touch of night's moon-silvered dews,
And the boards repeat
The rhythmical beat
Of Dorothy's dancing feet.
And weave strange spells in my love-glamoured eyes,
Like blossoms that flutter soft breezes before,
They poise half an inch from the envious floor,
Then the delicate points of her little bronze shoes
Fall, light as the touch of night's moon-silvered dews,
And the boards repeat
The rhythmical beat
Of Dorothy's dancing feet.
And they wind in and out, they flash to and fro,
And tangle my senses wherever they go;
I may lose my eyes, my ears, or my brain,
I may never inhale a rose perfume again,
But as long as my heart can remember to beat,
It will echo the music of Dorothy's feet.
Dorothy dancing!
Oh! think of the glancing
Of Dorothy's dancing feet.
And tangle my senses wherever they go;
I may lose my eyes, my ears, or my brain,
I may never inhale a rose perfume again,
But as long as my heart can remember to beat,
It will echo the music of Dorothy's feet.
Dorothy dancing!
Oh! think of the glancing
Of Dorothy's dancing feet.
