Hear the voice of the Bard,
       Who present, past, and future, sees;
       Whose ears have heard
       The Holy Word
       That walked 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.'