That Waltz Of Von Weber's

Gayly and gayly rang the gay mosic, The blithe, merry mnsic of harp and of hora, The mad, merry music that set us a-dancing TUI over the midnight came steaiing the mom. Down the great hall went waving the banners, Waving and waving their red, white and blue. As the sweet suinmer wind came blowing and blowing Fromthe city's great gardens asleep in the dew. Under the flags, as they floated and floated, Under the arches and arches of flowers. We two and wo two floated and floated Int o the inystical midnight hours. And just as the dawn came steaiing and steaiing, The last of those wild Weber waltKes began; I can hcar the soft notes now appealing and pleading. And I catch the faint scent of the sandalwood fan That lay in your hand, in your hand on my shonlder, As down the great hall, away and away, AU under the flags and onder the arches. We danend and we danced till the dawn of the day. But why should I dream o'er this dreary old ledger, In this counting room down in this dingy oid street. Of that night or that morning, just there at the dawning, When our hearts beat in time to our f aöt flring ieet? What is it that brings me thï4 scent of enchantment, So fragrant and fresh from oat the dead ysars, That just for a moment Pd swear that the music Of Weber's wild waltzes are still in my ears! What is it, indeed, in this dnsty old alley, That brings mo that night or that morning in June? What is it, indeed? - I laugh to confess it - A hand organ grinding a creaking old tune! But somewhere or other I caught in the measure That walfcs of Von Weber's, and back it all came, That night or that morning, just there at the dawning. When I danced the last dance with my first and last name. My first and last! but who would believe me IÍ, down in this dusty old alley today, Twixt the talk abont cottoo, the markets and money, I should sutldenly turn in some moment and Bay That one memory only had left me a lonely And gray bearded bachelor dre&ming in Junes When the nighta and the mornings, from the dusk to the dawnings, Beemed set to the musio of Wober's wild tonesl