Awake, my heart

Awake, my 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!

And if thou tarry from her, - if this could be, -

She cometh herself, O heart, to be loved, to thee;

For thee would unashamed 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!"