Out of dreams, in the midnight gloom,
I wake and the wind blows over the sea;
It has heard the storm and the thunder boom,
And the petrel cry, on its way to me.
Through the lattice it sighs and swells,
But my heart is so light and glad and gay,
That it comes like the music of fairy bells,
Rung in the green wood, far away;
Sweet as the carol the children sing
When lover and bride from the altar go,
And under the shadow the lindens fling,
Enter their door in the sunset glow.

Still, to-night, from the starless sky
Will fall the white frost's glittering sheen,
And faint in its chill embrace will lie
Bud and blossom and mossy green.
Dead they will droop in the pallid noon,
But I shall not weep for their sweetness fled,
For hid in my heart's immortal June
Is a flower unfolding, glorious red.
Moan, O wind of the stormy deep!
'T is the breeze from the Isles of the Blest I hear;
Sink, fair blooms, to your wintry sleep!
There 's a fairer waiting to crown the year.

When the rose has opened, the nightingale cares
No more for the paler buds that blow;
When the pearl is the prize which the diver bears,
The sea may sleep in its depths below.
Love is the rose earth's bowers enshrine,
And the gleaming pearl of the caverned sea;
Now the rose and the pearl are mine, are mine,
And what is the land or the wave to me?
Death may come in the morning glow,
Or under the sunset's amber shine, —
I shall say, " Welcome! I wait to go,
For the rose and the pearl are mine, are mine! "
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