Awakemy heart to be loved, awake, awake!The darkness silvers away, the morn doth break,It leaps in the sky: unrisen lustres slakeThe o’ertaken moon. Awake, O heart, awake!She too that loveth awaketh and hopes for thee:Her eyes already have sped the shades that flee,Already they watch the path thy feet shall take:Awake, O heart, to be loved, awake, awake!And if thou tarry from her,—if this could be,—She cometh herself, O heart, to be loved, to thee;For thee would unashamèd herself forsake:Awake to be loved, my heart, awake, awake!Awake, the land is scattered with light, and see,Uncanopied sleep is flying from field and tree:And blossoming boughs of April in laughter shake;Awake, O heart, to be loved, awake, awake!Lo all things wake and tarry and look for thee:She looketh and saith, “O sun now bring him to me.Come more adored, O adored, for his coming’s sake,And awake my heart to be loved: awake, awake!”
Awakemy heart to be loved, awake, awake!The darkness silvers away, the morn doth break,It leaps in the sky: unrisen lustres slakeThe o’ertaken moon. Awake, O heart, awake!She too that loveth awaketh and hopes for thee:Her eyes already have sped the shades that flee,Already they watch the path thy feet shall take:Awake, O heart, to be loved, awake, awake!And if thou tarry from her,—if this could be,—She cometh herself, O heart, to be loved, to thee;For thee would unashamèd herself forsake:Awake to be loved, my heart, awake, awake!Awake, the land is scattered with light, and see,Uncanopied sleep is flying from field and tree:And blossoming boughs of April in laughter shake;Awake, O heart, to be loved, awake, awake!Lo all things wake and tarry and look for thee:She looketh and saith, “O sun now bring him to me.Come more adored, O adored, for his coming’s sake,And awake my heart to be loved: awake, awake!”
Awakemy heart to be loved, awake, awake!The darkness silvers away, the morn doth break,It leaps in the sky: unrisen lustres slakeThe o’ertaken moon. Awake, O heart, awake!
Awakemy heart to be loved, awake, awake!
The darkness silvers away, the morn doth break,
It leaps in the sky: unrisen lustres slake
The o’ertaken moon. Awake, O heart, awake!
She too that loveth awaketh and hopes for thee:Her eyes already have sped the shades that flee,Already they watch the path thy feet shall take:Awake, O heart, to be loved, awake, awake!
She too that loveth awaketh and hopes for thee:
Her eyes already have sped the shades that flee,
Already they watch the path thy feet shall take:
Awake, O heart, to be loved, awake, awake!
And if thou tarry from her,—if this could be,—She cometh herself, O heart, to be loved, to thee;For thee would unashamèd herself forsake:Awake to be loved, my heart, awake, awake!
And if thou tarry from her,—if this could be,—
She cometh herself, O heart, to be loved, to thee;
For thee would unashamèd herself forsake:
Awake to be loved, my heart, awake, awake!
Awake, the land is scattered with light, and see,Uncanopied sleep is flying from field and tree:And blossoming boughs of April in laughter shake;Awake, O heart, to be loved, awake, awake!
Awake, the land is scattered with light, and see,
Uncanopied sleep is flying from field and tree:
And blossoming boughs of April in laughter shake;
Awake, O heart, to be loved, awake, awake!
Lo all things wake and tarry and look for thee:She looketh and saith, “O sun now bring him to me.Come more adored, O adored, for his coming’s sake,And awake my heart to be loved: awake, awake!”
Lo all things wake and tarry and look for thee:
She looketh and saith, “O sun now bring him to me.
Come more adored, O adored, for his coming’s sake,
And awake my heart to be loved: awake, awake!”