INTRODUCTION
Hear the voice of the Bard, Who present, past, and future, sees;
Whose ears have heard The Holy Word That walked 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.'
