14 
AMBERGRIS 
Stars and tender winds that fret 
Lily, lily, laughing rose, 
Sighing, sighing violet, 
Dusky pansy, swaying rush, 
And the stream that flows 
Singing, ringing softly :  Hush ! 
Listen to the bird that goes 
Wooing to the brown mate’s bough ; 
Listen to the breeze that blows 
Over cape and valley now 
At the silence of the noon, 
Or the slumber hour 
Of the white delicious moon 
Like a lotus-flower ! 
Let us sadly, slowly, to 
To the silence of the snow !