It cometh not," she said;
She said, "I am aweary, aweary—
I would I were in bed."
She sought the grim refreshment stall—
The saucy barmaid long had slept;
O'er biscuit, bun, and sandwich small
The shining beetles slowly crept.
Hard by a signal post alway
Shot coloured beams into the dark.
She called the porter to remark,