Poems (Hooper)/After the Ball
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AFTER THE BALL.
I sit beside the midnight fire,
The ball-room roses in my hair;
Without, the snow is falling fast,
And strange storm-voices fill the air.
My feet are weary of the dance;
The revel whirls within my brain;
And something deep within my breast
Throbs with a ceaseless pulse of pain.
The ball-room roses in my hair;
Without, the snow is falling fast,
And strange storm-voices fill the air.
My feet are weary of the dance;
The revel whirls within my brain;
And something deep within my breast
Throbs with a ceaseless pulse of pain.
Yes, I have plucked the Dead Sea fruit,
And savored long its rind of gold;
Its ashy core now frets my lip,
Its dust is falling from my hold.
And though I struggle to forget,
And though my heart be triply steeled,
I cannot banish from my brain
A vision of a battle-field.
And savored long its rind of gold;
Its ashy core now frets my lip,
Its dust is falling from my hold.
And though I struggle to forget,
And though my heart be triply steeled,
I cannot banish from my brain
A vision of a battle-field.
A vision of the solemn hour
When won and ended is the fight,
And when upon the awful scene
Look down the tender eyes of night;
While, pillowed on his prostrate horse,
And pale beneath his raven hair,
The old smile new upon his lip,
The man I loved lies lifeless there.
When won and ended is the fight,
And when upon the awful scene
Look down the tender eyes of night;
While, pillowed on his prostrate horse,
And pale beneath his raven hair,
The old smile new upon his lip,
The man I loved lies lifeless there.
He loved me as such men can love,
The brave, the noble, and the true;
He wooed me as a gallant heart
And poet soul alone could woo.
He told in burning words his love,—
I listened with a startled smile,—
And spoke of "friendship" and "regret,
And yet I loved him all the while.
The brave, the noble, and the true;
He wooed me as a gallant heart
And poet soul alone could woo.
He told in burning words his love,—
I listened with a startled smile,—
And spoke of "friendship" and "regret,
And yet I loved him all the while.
I loved him, but I loved still more
Gay balls, flirtations, stylish dress.
To hold these fast I spurned away
That true heart's wealth of tenderness.
He left me with a calm farewell,—
Too fond to frown—too proud to sigh.
I danced and flirted as of old,
And he went forth to fight and die.
Gay balls, flirtations, stylish dress.
To hold these fast I spurned away
That true heart's wealth of tenderness.
He left me with a calm farewell,—
Too fond to frown—too proud to sigh.
I danced and flirted as of old,
And he went forth to fight and die.
And still I tread the self-same round
Of balls and operas and dress;
But o'er my life is creeping slow
A mistlike pall of weariness.
The gayest galop fails to stir
To bounding life my languid feet;
I listless drop my rich bouquet,
My senses sickened by its sweet.
Of balls and operas and dress;
But o'er my life is creeping slow
A mistlike pall of weariness.
The gayest galop fails to stir
To bounding life my languid feet;
I listless drop my rich bouquet,
My senses sickened by its sweet.
Cold lie the embers on the hearth,
The dark without is growing gray,
And I must woo reluctant sleep
Before the dawning of the day.
Back, ghostly Past, into your tomb!
Close, eyes, upon th' unwelcome light!
I am engaged for every dance
At the grand ball to-morrow night.
The dark without is growing gray,
And I must woo reluctant sleep
Before the dawning of the day.
Back, ghostly Past, into your tomb!
Close, eyes, upon th' unwelcome light!
I am engaged for every dance
At the grand ball to-morrow night.