Classic Poem

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!