And catching its fresh scent he woke and stared
Upon the sky that blazed with living light;
And then again around the hall he cast
A look that spoke of sorrow and of pain.
And while he tried to chase away the clouds
That brooded o’er him like a fearful spell,
The radiant image of that lovely one
That was his nightly dream, flashed on his sight;
With wonderment he stood and scarcely breathed,
For fear a lightsome sound might fright her far.