Wrapped in a cloak of faded red,
With shoeless feet and naked head,
And ringlets shorn, a woman stood
Half muttering, in a crazy mood,
And watched with glazed and jealous eye
A gorgeous equipage move by.
Reined in the light of glaring lamps
The restless steed his bridle champs.
A form alights with agile bound,
But reeling, totters to the ground.