When I, before the altars of repose, Invited Slumber, she refused to stay, But with a broken heart she turned away, Astonished quite. Among the flaunting shows That circled round, she perished like a rose Cast among flames. Oh, bring her back--I pray! Then sternly to my heart a voice said, "Nay, Thou canst not have her--tearfully she goes." God might not join us,--for gorgeous, bright, Adorned, conspicuous, sure, without disguise, Strangely illumined with derisive light They danced -- they danced! Oh, then I was made wise! My foolish deeds, flaming before my eyes, Denied me slumber all the livelong night.