Rows on rows of seats stretch in to infinite columns.
In multiple colors, flood lights are kindling the spacious hall.
The atmosphere is both exiting and calm
Two by two, from the hooks, screens leap and curtains roll;
In a small secluded corner, where lamps are poorly lit,
With a beautiful acquaintance of 22or 23, we’re chatting away the gallant minute.
Quizzing or debating, blushing and teasing ,with increasing interest, we’re testing wits;
A youth so cultured, talented and fine,
How cannot I be tempted to beg for an address with disarming cunning lines?