I lounge in the doorway and languish in vain, While Tom, Dick and Harry are dancing with Jane, , , My spirit rises to the music's beat;, There is a leaden fiend lurks in my feet!, To move unto your motion, Love, were sweet., , Somewhere, I think, some other where, not here,, In other ages, on another sphere,, I danced with you, and you with me, my dear., , In perfect motion did our bodies sway,, To perfect music that was heard alway;, Woe's me, that am so dull of foot to-day!, , To move unto your motion, Love, were sweet;, My spirit rises to the music's beat--, But, ah, the leaden demon in my feet!
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