Away delusive dream!--the soldier wakes

Away delusive dream!—the soldier wakes, And round him casts a strange, bewildered eye, Pale o’er his couch the struggling moonlight breaks; Irene, half-startled, checks the smothering sigh, Looks strangely round, nor scarce can wonder why Slumber hath flown. Then turns she most in fright To where the scarce-seen lamp is smouldering by,— Flushed o’er the room a tide of yellow light, As fled the darkened shades back to the wings of night.