The stars are all watching; <br />God's angel is catching <br />At thy skirts in the darkness deep! <br />Gold hinges grating, <br />The mighty dead waiting, <br />Why dost thou sleep? <br /> <br />Years without number, <br />Ages of slumber, <br />Stiff in the track of the infinite One! <br />Dead, can I think it? <br />Dropt like a trinket, <br />A thing whose uses are done! <br /> <br />White wings are crossing, <br />Glad waves are tossing, <br />The earth flames out in crimson and green <br />Spring is appearing, <br />Summer is nearing- <br />Where hast thou been? <br /> <br />Down in some cavern, <br />Death's sleepy tavern, <br />Housing, carousing with spectres of night? <br />There is my right hand! <br />Grasp it full tight and <br />Spring to the light. <br /> <br />Wonder, oh, wonder! <br />How the life-thunder <br />Bursts on his ear in horror and dread! <br />Happy shapes meet him; <br />Heaven and earth greet him: <br />Life from the dead!<br /><br />George MacDonald<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/awake-50/
