Awakenings

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Title:     Awakenings
Author: Laurence Alma-Tadema [More Titles by Alma-Tadema]

The first time she awoke,
Her room was filled with light;
Thought she: They've made a little fire
To warm me through the night....

The next time she awoke,
Sweet music stirred the air;
Thought she: They've brought a magic lyre
To make my dreams more fair....

The third time she awoke,
The dawn-swept sky was gray;
Thought she: I know my heart's desire
Will come to me to-day....

But empty was the street,
And ashen was the hearth;
And the music-maker's nimble feet
Were speeding o'er the earth.

[The end]
Laurence Alma-Tadema's poem: Awakenings

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