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 control
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 slumbrous mass

Turn away no more;
Why wilt thou turn away?
The starry floor
The watery shore
Is given thee till the break of day.'