Love wakes and weeps

Love wakes and weeps

While Beauty sleeps;

Oh! for music's softest numbers

To prompt a theme

For Beauty's dream,

Soft as the pillow of her slumbers!

Through groves of palm

Sigh gales of balm;

Fire-flies on the air are wheeling;

While through the gloom

Comes soft perfume,

The distant beds of flowers revealing.

Oh! wake and live!

No dreams can give

A shadowed bliss the real excelling;

No longer sleep

From lattice peep,

And list the tale that love is telling!