A bud not wholly innocent of night,
And yet a color.
Cor. But see, it dies!
Perth. Yet now it blooms again,
Whiter, and with a rumor of hidden trumpets.
Buds in the common day do not usually bloom with a “rumor of hidden trumpets.” In the same scene Coronado asks:
Can you not see
The gem which is the mother of all dawn?
Perth. There is some gleam.
Cor. It waits one moment yet