Awakenings

The first time she awoke,

Her room was filled with light;

Thought she: They've made a little fire

To warm me through the night....

The next time she awoke,

Sweet music stirred the air;

Thought she: They've brought a magic lyre

To make my dreams more fair....

The third time she awoke,

The dawn-swept sky was gray;

Thought she: I know my heart's desire

Will come to me to-day....

But empty was the street,

And ashen was the hearth;

And the music-maker's nimble feet

Were speeding o'er the earth.