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.