Ii

The shaded lamps that make the room seem dim Scarcely revealing pictures on the wall; Yet one so placed to let a halo fall Upon your hair; you smile! yes, it's a whim A Poet's fancy with a moonlit rim Perhaps—and yet a harmless wish withal. Don't quarrel with it, just sit there, those tall White lilies make a background for your slim Young body. Let the blinds be up, and night Gaze through the windows with her purple eyes, Dropping some ardent star from out its height For very eagerness of glad surprise At so much beauty, till your song's delight Shall waft it back into the listening skies!