Chase.

A thousand hearts beat happily; and when         

  Music arose with its voluptuous swell,

  Soft eyes looked love to eyes which spake again,

  And all went merry as a marriage bell;

But hush! hark! a deep sound strikes like a rising knell!

 

Did ye not hear it?—No; ’twas but the wind,         

  Or the car rattling o’er the stony street:

  On with the dance! let joy be unconfined;

  No sleep till morn, when youth and pleasure meet

To chase the glowing hours with flying feet.

Lord Byron