Asleep within the deadest hour of night br And turning with the earth, I was aware br How suddenly the eastern curve was bright, br As when the sun arises from his lair. br But not the sun arose: It was thy hair br Shaken up heaven in tossing leagues of light. br br Since then I know that neither night nor day br May I escape thee, O my heavenly hell! br Awake, in dreams, thou springest to waylay; br And should I dare to die, I know full well br Whose voice would mock me in the mourning bell, br Whose face would greet me in hell's fiery way.