They Brought Me Rubies From The Mine, And Held Them To The Sun; I Said, They Are Drops Of Frozen Wine From Eden'S Vats That Run. I Looked Again,--I Thought Them Hearts Of Friends To Friends Unknown; Tides That Should Warm Each Neighboring Life Are Locked In Sparkling Stone. But Fire To Thaw That Ruddy Snow, To Break Enchanted Ice, And Give Love'S Scarlet Tides To Flow,-- When Shall That Sun Arise?