1 Move him into the sun-- br 2 Gently its touch awoke him once, br 3 At home, whispering of fields unsown. br 4 Always it awoke him, even in France, br 5 Until this morning and this snow. br 6 If anything might rouse him now br 7 The kind old sun will know. br br 8 Think how it wakes the seeds-- br 9 Woke, once, the clays of a cold star.