Hear the voice of the Bard,Who present, past, and future, sees; Whose ears have heard The Holy WordThat walked among the ancient trees;
Calling the lapséd 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 mornRises 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.’