My Lady'S Rest Was Calm And Deep: She Had Been Gazing At The Moon; And Thus It Chanced She Fell Asleep One Balmy Night In June. Freebooter Winds Stole Richest Smells From Roses Bursting In The Gloom, And Rifled Half-Blown Daffodils, And Lilies Of Perfume. These Dainty Robbers Of The South Found "Beauty" Sunk In Deep Repose, And Seized Upon Her Crimson Mouth, Thinking Her Lips A Rose. The Wooing Winds Made Love Full Fast - To Rouse Her Up In Vain They Tried - They Kist And Kist Her, Till, At Last, In Ecstasy They Died.