HOW IT FELL CALM ON SUMMER NIGHT.

My Lady's rest was calm and deep:

She had been gazing at the moon;

And thus it chanced she fell asleep

One balmy night in June.

Freebooter winds stole richest smells

From roses bursting in the gloom,

And rifled half-blown daffodils,

And lilies of perfume.

These dainty robbers of the South

Found “beauty” sunk in deep repose,

And seized upon her crimson mouth,

Thinking her lips a rose.

The wooing winds made love full fast —

To rouse her up in vain they tried —

They kist and kist her, till, at last,

In ecstasy they died.