Hear the voice of the Bard!
Who present, past, and 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 given thee till the break of day
