{"id":7629,"date":"2021-11-10T01:00:00","date_gmt":"2021-11-10T06:00:00","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/www.newspaperhistory.com\/?p=7629"},"modified":"2021-11-10T01:00:00","modified_gmt":"2021-11-10T06:00:00","slug":"the-last-dance","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/desperaudio.com\/newspaperpoetry\/the-last-dance\/","title":{"rendered":"The Last Dance"},"content":{"rendered":"\n<p><em>From the <\/em><a href=\"https:\/\/chroniclingamerica.loc.gov\/lccn\/sn99021999\/1913-11-10\/ed-1\/seq-8\/\"><em>Omaha Daily Bee, November 10, 1913<\/em><\/a><em>. By Ella Wheeler Wilcox.<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n<figure class=\"wp-block-image size-large\"><img decoding=\"async\" src=\"https:\/\/www.newspaperhistory.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2021\/11\/https-bucketeer-e05bbc84-baa3-437e-9518-adb32be77984.s3.amazonaws.com-public-images-b5856a35-65a2-451d-8560-e467dc50dc9d_1124x594-1024x541.jpeg\" alt=\"\" class=\"wp-image-7669\"\/><figcaption>My Dance, I Believe!<\/figcaption><\/figure>\n\n\n\n<p>The wave of the ocean, the leaf of the wood,<br>In the rhythm of motion proclaim life is good.<br>The stars are all swinging to meters and rhyme,<br>The planets are singing while suns mark the time.<br>The moonbeams and rivers float off in a trance,<br>The Universe quivers\u2014on, on with the dance!<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>Our partners we pick from the best of the throng<br>In the ballroom of Life and go lilting along;<br>We follow our fancy, and choose as we will<br>For waltz or for tango or merry quadrille;<br>But ever one partner is waiting us all<br>At the end of the program, to finish the ball.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>Unasked, and unwelcome, he comes without leave<br>And calls when he chooses, \u201cMy dance, I believe?\u201d<br>And none may refuse him, and none may say no.<br>When he beckons the dancer, the dancer must go.<br>You may hate him, and shun him; and yet life\u2019s a ball\u2014<br>For the one who lives well \u2019tis the best dance of all.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>From the Omaha Daily Bee, November 10, 1913. By Ella Wheeler Wilcox. The wave of the ocean, the leaf of the wood,In the rhythm of motion proclaim life is good.The stars are all swinging to meters and rhyme,The planets are singing while suns mark the time.The moonbeams and rivers float off in a trance,The Universe [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[3,4],"tags":[115],"class_list":["post-7629","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-newspapers","category-omaha-daily-bee","tag-ella-wheeler-wilcox"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/desperaudio.com\/newspaperpoetry\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/7629","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/desperaudio.com\/newspaperpoetry\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/desperaudio.com\/newspaperpoetry\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/desperaudio.com\/newspaperpoetry\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/desperaudio.com\/newspaperpoetry\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=7629"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/desperaudio.com\/newspaperpoetry\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/7629\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/desperaudio.com\/newspaperpoetry\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=7629"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/desperaudio.com\/newspaperpoetry\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=7629"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/desperaudio.com\/newspaperpoetry\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=7629"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}