1 THE MASKED BALL. (Assassination of King Gustavus of Sweden.) A WHIRL of masks and dominos, The dance went linked and winding, In mellow thunder groaned the bass, Flutters of blue and crimson, Rustles of ribbon and silk, The masks as black as midnight's brow, The satin white as milk; Such dark eyes reading others, Such blue eyes dim with love, As round and round the dance moved on, And red drums beat above. Such soft cheeks glowing crimson, A stir and cadence swelling high, And next a rush of strong-winged sounds, That eddy to and fro— Then from this wild abyss rose up A song that cleft the air, As from a rent cloud springs the lark 'Tis Christmas, and the palace feast The King, conspicuous o'er the rest, Dressed as the prince of evil |