Sings

The dim verbena drugs the dusk     With lemon-heavy odours where     The heliotropes breathe drowsy musk     Into the jasmine-dreamy air;     The moss-rose bursts its dewy husk     And spills its attar there.     The orange at thy casement swings     Star-censers oozing rich perfumes;     The clematis, long-petalled, clings     In clusters of dark purple blooms;     With flowers, like moons or sylphide wings,     Magnolias light the glooms.     Awake, awake from sleep!     Thy balmy hair,     Down-fallen, deep on deep,     Like blossoms there'     That dew and fragrance weep'     Will fill the night with prayer.     Awake, awake from sleep!     And dreaming here it seems to me     A dryad's bosom grows confessed,     Bright in the moss of yonder tree,     That rustles with the murmurous West     Or is it but a bloom I see,     Round as thy virgin breast?     Through fathomless deeps above are rolled     A million feverish worlds, that burst,     Like gems, from Heaven's caskets old     Of darkness fires that throb and thirst;     An aloe, showering buds of gold,     The night seems, star-immersed.     Unseal, unseal thine eyes!     O'er which her rod     Sleep sways; and like the skies,     That dream and nod,     Their starry majesties     Will fill the night with God.     Unseal, unseal thine eyes!