Felicia Hemans,
Felicia Hemans in The New Monthly Magazine Volume 19 1827
(1827)
“ Soft airs through braided locks in perfume sighing, Glad pulses beating unto music's call? —Silence! the minstrels pause—and hark! a sound; A strange quick rustling which their notes had drown'd! And lo! a light upon the dancers breaking— Not such their clear and silvery lamps had shed! From the gay dream of revelry awaking, One moment holds them still in breathless dread;— The wild fierce lustre grows—then bursts a cry— Fire! through the hall and round it gathering—fly! ”
