Wake: the silver dusk returning br Up the beach of darkness brims, br And the ship of sunrise burning br Strands upon the eastern rims. br br Wake: the vaulted shadow shatters, br Trampled to the floor it spanned, br And the tent of night in tatters br Straws the sky-pavilioned land. br br Up, lad, up, 'tis late for lying: br Hear the drums of morning play; br Hark, the empty highways crying br "Who'll beyond the hills away?" br br Towns and countries woo together, br Forelands beacon, belfries call; br Never lad that trod on leather br Lived to feast his heart with all. br br Up, lad: thews that lie and cumber br Sunlit pallets never thrive; br Morns abed and daylight slumber br Were not meant for man alive. br br Clay lies still, but blood's a rover; br Breath's a ware that will not keep. br Up, lad: when the journey's over br There'll be time enough to sleep.