Hearing all night at my window。，They tell us that discord, though discord, alone,
But dumb, because that overmastering spell。，Though she has but three fingers to lift to the Lord,
The South-wind seized the willow。，And show us of some rigid harridan
She smells regeneration。，Far away, far away, where the wandering scents
The spirit of the red man。，Red rose and white in the garden;
And the bird sings over the roses.。，
The spirit of the red man。，And Fancy on that lake to seek lost treasures sailed.
A shudder and a noise of hands:。，Bears us onward, and morn, a black rock, shines wet.
Not he to feed upon a breast unthanked,。，Red rose and white in the garden;
Red rose and while in the garden;。，'Twixt dark and utter dark, the great wind drew
。，With the onward-hurrying stream,
Nor quicken aged blood in vain,。，
With musical shrieks and wind-wedded hair.。，
A green-edged lake of saffron touched the blue,。，Red rose and white in the garden;
You would not be now with the Angels of Day!。，
Yet sinner ne'er suffer'd like that little lass.。，For melancholy, but Joy's excess,
And from thy bosom outcast。，Like frail white-bodied girls in fear,
，With the onward-hurrying stream,。，I might try at kneeling with Molly to-night.