The raging flame in fury swept,

It seized their chamber where they slept,

Along the wasting floor it crept,

Where locked in virtuous love they lay.

She dreamt that on a bed of flowers,

Beneath the cool and fragrant bowers,

With him she wasted happy hours;

She waked—she shrieked! she swooned away!

He quick uprose, in wild alarm,

To snatch his love——