When my soul lay awake late last night, did it seem
That I saw my good angel come down as in a dream
Engirdled with moonlight and silver star gleam
And hover above me with wings wide outspread
But you, when he spied, in your snowy white dress
O child of sweet wonder, and secret caress
Quite awed and astonished my guardian fled
Good child, are you demon that just at one glance
Of your eyes through their lashes thrown softly askance
My angel and friend left his long vigilance?
O guardian angel, come back, do not flee
For this girl. . . But no, let your long lashes fall
That your pale lovely features again I recall
For you... you are he