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Winds, woods, and waves, found echoes for replying, But the tones of the beloved one were never heard again. When will he awaken? Ask'd the midnight's silver queen.

Never mortal eye has looked upon his sleeping; Parents, kindred, comrades, have mourned for him as dead; By day the gathered clouds have had him in their keeping, And at night the solemn shadows round his rest are shed. When will he awaken? Long has been the cry of faithful Love's imploring, Long has Hope been watching with soft eyes fixed above; When will the Fates, the life of life restoring, Own themselves vanquished by much-enduring love? When will he awaken? Asks the midnight's weary queen.

Beautiful the sleep that she has watch'd untiring, Lighted up with visions from yonder radiant sky, Full of an immortal's glorious inspiring, Softened by the woman's meek and loving sigh, When will he awaken? He has been dreaming of old heroic stories, The poet's passionate world has entered in his soul; He has grown conscious of life's ancestral glories, When sages and when Kings first upheld the mind's control. When will he awaken? Ask'd the midnight's stately queen.

Lo! the appointed midnight! the present hour is fated; It is Endymion's planet that rises on the air; How long, how tenderly his goddess love has waited, Waited with a love too mighty for despair. Soon he will awaken! Soft amid the pines is a sound as if of singing, Tones that seem the lute's from the breathing flowers depart, Not a wind that wanders o'er Mount Latmos, but is bringing Music that is murmur'd from nature's inmost heart. Soon he will awaken, To his and midnight's queen!