Hear the voice of the bard! Who Present, Past, & Future sees, Whose ears have heard The Holy Word That walk'd among the ancient trees; Calling the lapsed Soul And weeping in the evening dew; That might controll The starry pole, And fallen fallen light renew! "O Earth, O Earth return! Arise from out the dewy grass; Night is worn, And the morn Rises from the slumberous mass. "Turn away no more: Why wilt thou turn away? The starry floor The watry shore Is giv'n thee till the break of day." |