Now wrap thy cloak about thee SAY, WHAT SHALL WE DANCE? SAY, what shall we dance? Shall we bound along the moonlight plain, Shall we, like those who rove Strike the gay chords, Let us hear each strain from ev'ry shore That music haunts, or young feet wander o'er. Hark! 'tis the light march, to whose measured time, The Polish lady, by her lover led, Delights through gay saloons with step untired to tread. Or sweeter still through moonlight walks Whose shadows serve to hide The blush that's raised by him who talks Of love the while by her side, Then comes the smooth waltz, to whose floating sound Like dreams we go gliding around, Say, which shall we dance? which shall we dance? THE EVENING GUN. REMEMBER'ST thou that setting sun, When loud we heard the evening gun Boom! the sounds appear'd to sweep Far o'er the verge of day, Oft, when the toils of day are done, Peal o'er the stormy sea. Boom! and while, o'er billows curl'd, The distant sounds decay, I weep and wish, from this rough world Like them to die away. |