My room-mate dances like flame in the wind,
I, like a stiff staff bending;
We sway together with arms entwined,
And do a deal of pretending.
Far away is her misty glance
As she thinks of her own dear lad,
And I pretend I am clasped as we dance,
By the lover I never have had.
__May Willams Ward.
May Williams Ward
(Atlanta: The Bozart Press. 1929)