And the dancers were glad when he got through with it.
Even danger no longer could keep them from sleep,
Which was fitful to some, whilst to others ’twas deep,
But they left not the room where in circles they grouped,
Or they lounged in the chairs, as when sleeping they drooped.
They were tired, Oh! so tired, and with all so distressed,
They slept in discomfort, but tried to find rest,
When suddenly every one woke with a fear—
A storm was approaching, they felt it was near.
They heard the wind moaning among the tall trees,