So, often now there comes a day
I seem to be expecting
That love will come and come to stay,
For I have quit reflecting.
“There’s no use reflecting”—a sort of refrain
That went ’round the room and repeated again
When the dancing was over. “I’m always reflecting,”
Said Roland, quite proudly. “I think you’re expecting
That some one will love you,” laughed shy Letha Lane,