Awake! the land is scattered with light, and see, Uncanopied sleep is flying from field and tree.

Awake, my heart, to be loved, awake, awake! The darkness silvers away, the morn doth break, It leaps in the sky.

The storm is over, the land hushes to rest: The tyrannous wind, its strength fordone, Is fallen back in the west.

When first we met we did not guess That Love would prove so hard a master.

The pale stars are gone! For the sun, their swift shepherd, To their folds them compelling, In the depths of the dawn, Hastes, in meteor-eclipsing array, and t…

For see, the dapple-grey coursers of the morn Beat up the light with their bright silver hoofs, And chase it through the sky.

I saw two clouds at morning, Tinged with the rising sun, And in the dawn they floated on, And mingled into one. I thought that morning cloud was blest, It move…