Anon. 
1 TREAD aside from my starry bloom f 
I am the nurse, who feeds the tomb 
(The tomb, my child) 
With dainties piled, 
Until it grows strong as a tempest wild I 
Trample not on a virgin flower ! 
I am the maid of the midnight hour; 
I bear sweet sleep, 
To those who weep, 
And lie on their eyelids dark and deep. 
Tread not thou on my snaky eyes! 
I am the worm that the weary prize, 
The Nile’s soft asp, 
That they strive to grasp, 
And one that a Queen has loved to clasp I 
