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The band was playing a waltz-quadrille, / I felt as light as a wind-blown feather, / As we floated away, at the caller's will, / Through the intricate, mazy dance together. / Like mimic armies our lines were meeting, / Slowly advancing, and then retreating, / All decked in their bright array; / And back and forth to the music's rhyme / We moved together, and all the time / I knew you were going away.
The fold of your strong arm sent a thrill / From heart to brain as we gently glided / Like leaves on the wave of that waltz-quadrille; / Parted, met, and again divided -- / You drifting one way, and I another, / Then suddenly turning and facing each other, / Then off in the blithe chasse, / Then airily back to our places swaying, / While every beat of the music seemed saying / That you were going away.