ON CHRIST-DAY NIGHT.

From room to room, from stair to stair;

All silken-clad; while standing there

Shut from the summer warmth and cheer,

The silken perfumed atmosphere

Of wealth and ease, a little maid

With beating heart, yet unafraid,

Enchanted, watched the fairy scene

Between the curtains' parted screen.

The fierce north wind came sweeping pa: t

And shook her with its wintry blast;

The frosty pavement of the street

Chilled to the bone her ill-clad feet;

Yet moment after moment fled

And there she stood, with lifted head,

Her eager eyes, as in a trance,

Fixed on the changes of the dance,