I Made My Bed Beneath The Pines Where The Sea Washed The Sandy Bars; I Heard The Music Of The Winds, And Blest The Aureate Face Of Mars. All Night A Lilac Splendor Throve Above The Heaven'S Shadowy Verge; And In My Heart The Voice Of Love Kept Music With The Dreaming Surge. A Little Maid Was At My Side, She Slept, I Scarcely Slept At All; Until Toward The Morning-Tide A Dream Possessed Me With Its Thrall. She Sweetly Breathed; Around My Breast I Felt Her Warmth Like Drowsy Bliss, Then Came The Vision Of Unrest, I Saw Your Face And Felt Your Kiss. I Woke And Knew With What Dismay She Read My Secret And Surprise; She Only Said, "Again 'Tis Day! How Red Your Cheeks, How Bright Your Eyes!"