Come in this hour to set my spirit free br When earth is no more mine though night goes out, br And stretching forth these arms I cannot be br Lord of winged sunrise and dim Arcady: br When fieldward boys far off with clack and shout br From orchards scare the birds in sudden rout, br Come, ere my heart grows cold and full of doubt, br In the still summer dawns that waken me. br br When the first lark goes up to look for day br And morning glimmers out of dreams, come then br Out of the songless valleys, over grey br Wide misty lands to bring me on my way: br For I am lone, a dweller among men br Hungered for what my heart shall never say.