When my soul lay awake late last night, did it seem That I saw my good angel come down as in a dream Engirdled with moonlight and silver star gleam And hover above me with wings wide outspread But you, when he spied, in your snowy white dress O child of sweet wonder, and secret caress Quite awed and astonished my guardian fled Good child, are you demon that just at one glance Of your eyes through their lashes thrown softly askance My angel and friend left his long vigilance? O guardian angel, come back, do not flee For this girl. . . But no, let your long lashes fall That your pale lovely features again I recall For you... you are he