She here and there, throughout the livelong night,

  Tosses and turns, nor ever finds repose;

  And still, impatient for the dawn of light,

  From time to time she to her window goes,

  To see if Tithon's spouse the lily white

  Yet scatters mingled with the crimson rose.

  Nor less desires the damsel, when 'tis morn,

  To see the golden stars the heaven adorn.