Awake! the dawn is on the hills! <br />Behold, at her cool throat a rose, <br />Blue-eyed and beautiful she goes, <br />Leaving her steps in daffodils.- <br />Awake! arise! and let me see <br />Thine eyes, whose deeps epitomize <br />All dawns that were or are to be, <br />O love, all Heaven in thine eyes!- <br />Awake! arise! come down to me! <br /> <br />Behold! the dawn is up: behold! <br />How all the birds around her float, <br />Wild rills of music, note on note, <br />Spilling the air with mellow gold.- <br />Arise! awake! and, drawing near, <br />Let me but hear thee and rejoice! <br />Thou, who keep'st captive, sweet and clear, <br />All song, O love, within thy voice! <br />Arise! awake! and let me hear! <br /> <br />See, where she comes, with limbs of day, <br />The dawn! with wild-rose hands and feet, <br />Within whose veins the sunbeams beat, <br />And laughters meet of wind and ray. <br />Arise! come down! and, heart to heart, <br />Love, let me clasp in thee all these- <br />The sunbeam, of which thou art part, <br />And all the rapture of the breeze!- <br />Arise! come down! loved that thou art!<br /><br />Madison Julius Cawein<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/aubade-21/
