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The dim verbena drugs the dusk

With heavy lemon odors rare;

Wan heliotropes Arabian musk

Exhale into the dreamy air;

A sad wind with long wooing husk

Swoons in the roses there.

The jasmine at thy casement flings

Star-censers oozing rich perfumes;

The clematis, long petaled, swings

Deep clusters of dark purple blooms;

With flowers like moons or sylphide wings

Magnolias light the glooms.

Awake, awake from sleep!

Thy balmy hair,

Unbounden deep on deep,

Than blossoms fair,

Who sweetest fragrance weep,

Will fill the night with prayer.

Awake, awake from sleep!

And dreaming here it seems to me

Some dryad's bosoms grow confessed

Nude in the dark magnolia tree,

That rustles with the murmurous West—

Or is it but a dream of thee

That thy white beauty guessed?

In southern heavens above are rolled

A million feverish gems, which burst

From night's deep ebon caskets old,

With inner fires that seem to thirst;

Tall oleanders to their gold

Drift buds where dews are nursed.

Unseal, unseal thine eyes,

Where long her rod

Queen Mab sways o'er their skies

In realms of Nod!

Confessed, such majesties

Will fill the night with God.

Unseal, unseal thine eyes!