ia 
mae’ When z Awake 
“And so when evening ricer oreeP, 
And night steals softly o'er the lea. 
You touch my eyelids and I sleep, 
And sleeping dream of naayoR tend “thee 
_ And when some summer morn shall break, 
- That finds me chilled by deaths cold dew. 
| You need but kiss ae 2 | shal wake, 
