Hear the Voice

    Who present past and future sees；

    Whose ears have heard

    The Holy Word

    That walk'd among the ancient trees；

    Calling the lapsèd soul

    And weeping in the evening dew；

    That might control

    The starry² 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 wilt³ thou turn away？

    The starry floor

    The watery⁴ shore

    Is given thee till the break of day.'