Love wakes and weeps 
While Beauty sleeps ; 
Oh! for music's softest numbers 
To prompt a theme 
For Beauty's dream, 
Soft as the perfume of her slumbers! 

Through groves of palms 
Sigh gales of balm ; 
Fire-flies on the air are wheeling ; 
While through the gloom 
Comes soft perfume, 
The distant beds of ferns 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!