INTRODUCTIONHear the voice of the Bard,Who present, past, and future, sees;Whose ears have heardThe Holy WordThat walked among the ancient trees;Calling the lapséd soul,And weeping in the evening dew;That might controlThe starry pole,And fallen, fallen light renew!‘O Earth, O Earth, return!Arise from out the dewy grass!Night is worn,And the mornRises 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.’Illustration:
Hear the voice of the Bard,Who present, past, and future, sees;Whose ears have heardThe Holy WordThat walked among the ancient trees;
Calling the lapséd soul,And weeping in the evening dew;That might controlThe starry pole,And fallen, fallen light renew!
‘O Earth, O Earth, return!Arise from out the dewy grass!Night is worn,And the mornRises 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.’
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