They brought me rubies from the mine, <br />And held them to the sun; <br />I said, they are drops of frozen wine <br />From Eden's vats that run. <br /> <br />I looked again,--I thought them hearts <br />Of friends to friends unknown; <br />Tides that should warm each neighboring life <br />Are locked in sparkling stone. <br /> <br />But fire to thaw that ruddy snow, <br />To break enchanted ice, <br />And give love's scarlet tides to flow,-- <br />When shall that sun arise?<br /><br />Ralph Waldo Emerson<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/rubies/
