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 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 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.’