Poems (Taylor)/Asleep
For works with similar titles, see Asleep.
ASLEEP
The waxen taper faintly gleamed, And waxen-white she layUpon her silken bed, and dreamed,— Dreamed of her wedding-day.
Her hand upon a scroll was cast, Where it was writ in red:"Each lover-errant holds at last His lady's golden head."
But, bowed as one that sorroweth, The sombre Nympholept,The Lover of the Virgins,—Death His quiet vigil kept.