And poured the rich libation at its feet,
And in exulting rapture dreamed the smile
That should have answered in its eyes the while.
And all rare gifts she lavished on that altar,
Treasures the mines of India could not buy,
Nor did her foot-fall for a moment falter,
Though the world watched her with an evil eye,
And sad friends whispered “Soon she’ll wake to weep,
For lo! she walks in an enchanted sleep.”
Oh! glorious dreamer! with dark eyes upturned