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Lovely is the green earth—she knows the hour is holy; Starry are the heavens, lit with eternal joy; Light like their own is dawning sweet and slowly O'er the fair and sculptured forehead of that yet dreaming boy. Soon he will awaken! Red as the red rose towards the morning turning, Warms the youth's lip to the watcher's near his own, While the dark eyes open, bright, intense, and burning With a life more glorious than ere they closed was known. Yes, he has awakened For the midnight's happy queen!

What is this old history but a lesson given, How true love still conquers by the deep strength of truth, How all the impulses, whose native home is heaven, Sanctify the visions of hope, faith, and youth. 'Tis for such they waken! When every worldly thought is utterly forsaken, Comes the starry midnight, felt by life's gifted few; Then will the spirit from its earthly sleep awaken To a being more intense, more spiritual and true. So doth the soul awaken, Like that youth to night's fair queen!

 

There gather'd round nor follower nor foeman, But over him bendeth a young and pale woman.

Ay, long is that waiting—for never again Will the Sea Raven sweep o'er her own northern main.

The combat is distant, the whirlwind is past From the spot where Earl Harald is breathing his last. 