Hear the voice of the Bard   Who present, past, and future, sees   Whose ears have heard   The Holy Word   That walk'd among the ancient trees      Calling the lapsed 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   Till the break of day      Till the break of day   Till the break of day   Till the break of day