WHEN THE ROSE HAS OPENED.
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.
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!
'Tis 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.
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!
'Tis 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.
