Classic Poem

When in my arms thou restest,
As round we go, and round,
(Like some sweet bird thou nestest,
Lulled by the music's sound,)
When in my arms thou dreamest,
As round and round we go,
Juanita, dear, thou seemest
A spirit here below.

So light thy every motion—
Thy step that follows mine—
Oh on some fairy ocean
We seem to float, divine!
Would it might cease, ah never,
This music's rapturous sound!
Would we could waltz forever,
Juanita, round and round!