THE SLEEPING MAIDEN.
Bright as the spell of loveliness,
Cast round thee, maiden, here,
Are the sweet dreams, that angels now
Are whispering in thy ear;
Yes, very bright and very sweet
Those dreamings all must be,
Or else they would not flit around
A creature fair as thee.
Cast round thee, maiden, here,
Are the sweet dreams, that angels now
Are whispering in thy ear;
Yes, very bright and very sweet
Those dreamings all must be,
Or else they would not flit around
A creature fair as thee.
O! beautiful indeed thou art
As some pure spirit blest,
With thy gold tresses gleaming soft,
Like sunbeams, o'er thy breast;
And thy rose-tinted cheek, now bright
As the first blush of day,
Now faint as if a zephyr's sigh
Could brush its bloom away—
As some pure spirit blest,
With thy gold tresses gleaming soft,
Like sunbeams, o'er thy breast;
And thy rose-tinted cheek, now bright
As the first blush of day,
Now faint as if a zephyr's sigh
Could brush its bloom away—
And thy bright glances, gathered all
Beneath each snowy lid,
That, silken-fringed, rests lightly o'er
The beauty they have hid,
Beneath each snowy lid,
That, silken-fringed, rests lightly o'er
The beauty they have hid,
