...sleeping ; Through the old dim, hollow silence, Hark ! again the murmur creeping. Such a rustling ! such a whispering ! How the maiden's cheeks are glowing ! How the spirits breathe upon them ! How the vapor now is flowing ! Now the sunshine greets the chamber ; See, the ghosts withdraw...

...once more the old dull silence, Ghostly whisperings fill the air. What a bustling, what a buzzing ! How the maiden's cheeks are glowing ! How the spirits breathe upon her ! How the perfume-streams are flowing ! Morning dawns : the spirits vanish ; Flings the sun a hue of .roses Where...