Like a young angel sleeping on the wing,
Whose dream-smile glittered o’er the dewy earth,
And trembling through an open casement, kissed
A brow of maiden beauty slumbering there.
The velvet drapery of her couch was tossed
In crimson waves around her, and above
Fell snowy veilings, bending like a wreath
Of silvery vapor o’er a rosy sea;
Carelessly graceful in her sweet repose,
She rested like a lily on the stream,