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.