Men say there is a stone shines green alway 
Through the long hours of the indifferent day, 
But blazes scarlet when the night draws on: 
I and my heart are like that changing stone. 

All day I hide myself in lucent green. 
All the long hours of the indifferent day: 
But when the moon makes beautiful and clean 
The working world, I thrust my sheaths away. 
I cast aside my veil and bid it be, 
And let Love's scarlet flood transfigure me. 

I am a chrysoberyl, and the night 
Is here, and I am changed. The changeless light 
Has touched me and transfigured; my own fire 
Beacons me to the place of heart's desire. 
I that was dark and dull am burning bright; 
I am a chrysoberyl, and 'tis night. 

There was a morrice on the moonlight plain, 
And music echoed in the woody glade, 
For fay-like forms, as of Titania's train, 
Upon a summer eve, beneath the shade 
Of Netley's ivied ruins, to the sound 
Of sprightly minstrelsy did beat the ground:—
Come, take hands! and lightly move, 
While our boat, in yonder cove, 
Rests upon the darkening sea; 
Come, take hands, and follow me! 

Netley! thy dim and desolated fane 
Hath heard, perhaps, the spirits of the night 
Shrieking, at times, amid the wind and rain; 
Or haply, when the full-orbed moon shone bright, 
Thy glimmering aisles have echoed to the song 
Of fairy Mab, who led her shadowy masque along. 
Now, as to the sprightly sound 
Of moonlight minstrelsy we beat the ground; 
From the pale nooks, in accent clear, 
Now, methinks, her voice I hear, 
Sounding o'er the darksome sea; 
Come, take hands, and follow me! 

Here, beneath the solemn wood, 
When faintly-blue is all the sky, 
And the moon is still on high, 
To the murmurs of the flood, 
To the glimpses of the night, 
We perform our airy rite; — 
Care and pain to us unknown, 
To the darkening seas are flown. 

Hear no more life's fretful noise, 
Heed not here pale Envy's sting, 
Far from life's distempered joys; 
To the waters murmuring, 
To the shadows of the sky, 
To the moon that rides on high, 
To the glimpses of the night, 
We perform our airy rite, 
While care and pain, to us unknown, 
To the darkening seas are flown.