Lonely, save for a few faint stars, the sky br Dreams; and lonely, below, the little street br Into its gloom retires, secluded and shy. br Scarcely the dumb roar enters this soft retreat; br And all is dark, save where come flooding rays br From a tavern--window; there, to the brisk measure br Of an organ that down in an alley merrily plays, br Two children, all alone and no one by, br Holding their tattered frocks, thro' an airy maze br Of motion lightly threaded with nimble feet br Dance sedately; face to face they gaze, br Their eyes shining, grave with a perfect pleasure.