IN THE CORRIDOR

By James Whitcomb Riley

Ah! at last alone, love!

Now the band may play

Till its sweetest tone, love,

Swoons and dies away!

They who most will miss us

We're not caring for —

Who of them could kiss us

In the corridor?

Had we only known, dear,

Ere this long delay,

Just how all alone, dear,

We might waltz away,

Then for hours, like this, love,

We are longing for,

We'd have still to kiss, love,

In the corridor!

Nestle in my heart, love;

Hug and hold me close —

Time will come to part, love,

Ere a fellow knows;

There! the Strauss is ended —

Whirl across the floor:

Is n't waltzing splendid

In the corridor?