A Night at the Old Aviary - Sonnet 38

One dream, you’re young again; one more, you die,

Along with all the reveries of days

Spent wistfully suspending in a daze

Of dancing, and of longing for more time;

And once again, to brush your satin dress

Enveloping the lamplight on the stair;

And once again, the flitting of your hair,

Your features downed with moonlight and duress;

And what’s more: once again, upon my arm

Your shoulder warms the heart that I will wear -

Oh, sooner or later, I’ll find you there

As the band plays behind you, and the charm

Of this dream will not grace the coming light;

One more time, one more dance with you tonight.