1. I called to the regretful at dusk
When daylight had unveiled night's cloak,

2. Saying, "Will you not rise for a bride
Who came in a dress of spangled stars?"

3. He rose, but his limbs were leaden,
His eyelids heavy with the veil of sleep.

4. His gaze told those who saw it
What the juice of the poppy had stolen of his color.