In her garden of music and flowers,

She saw, in a ray of the moonlight,

A youth fast asleep 'mid the flowers;

A youth on a mantle of satin,

A poppy-red robe 'mid the flowers.

VIII

Love housed 'neath his eyelids, that, slender

As petals of roses, were pale:

She bent and she kissed them and, tender,

She murmured and bade them unveil,