Awake, my heart, to be loved, awake, awake! <br /> <br />The darkness silvers away, the morn doth break, <br />It leaps in the sky: unrisen lustres slake <br />The o'ertaken moon. Awake, O heart, awake! <br /> <br />She too that loveth awaketh and hopes for thee: <br />Her eyes already have sped the shades that flee, <br />Already they watch the path thy feet shall take: <br />Awake, O heart, to be loved, awake, awake! <br /> <br />And if thou tarry from her, - if this could be, - <br />She cometh herself, O heart, to be loved, to thee; <br />For thee would unashamed herself forsake: <br />Awake, to be loved, my heart, awake, awake! <br /> <br />Awake! The land is scattered with light, and see, <br />Uncanopied sleep is flying from field and tree; <br />And blossoming boughs of April in laughter shake: <br />Awake, O heart, to be loved, awake, awake! <br /> <br />Lo, all things wake and tarry and look for thee: <br />She looketh and saith, "O sun, now bring him to me. <br />Come, more adored, O adored, for his coming's sake, <br />And awake, my heart, to be loved, awake, awake!"<br /><br />Robert Seymour Bridges<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/awake-my-heart/
