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