When rises the sun and chases the night, What need have we then of the lamp for a light? When the friend all beloved appears to the eye, What want dost thou feel that the post bring him nigh? But when the rose-time is past, and the rose-bloom gone by, Then gladly the eye seeks the water of roses to spy. Is the Master within to thy soul not revealed? Well then may’st thou turn to the Volume of message unsealed