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.'