So clear, so pure, they might have sprung
From moonlight, not from mortal tongue.
I lay there charm’d, my eyelids closed,
My limbs enchain’d; but, ere I dozed,
Gave one look more. Alas for me!
The moon had moved, and made me see,
In dreamlike light where slept the day,
Vague forms that join’d those maids at play.
They linger’d there, half hid by trees
And sprawling cactus; now at ease,