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.