Come with thy feet to the water, and bathe br Thy beauty here in the stream that will not pass! br The soft green leaves with their shadows swathe br The either bank, and under the ferns and grass br The dreamy crickets chirp in the dewy dawn, br Now that the light of the stars has grown br Into a thin pale mist in the night unknown; br The small birds twitter, whose senses quite br Have not yet out of their dreams withdrawn — br Here where my heart too waits for the light br Under the cloudy hills that soon will run br With bright feet in the ways of the sun, br As if they were but chained to the air: br Come to me now so fresh and fair — br Now that the reign of Sleep is done — br With twinkling feet in the dewy dawn! br O love, as grass comes to the lawn, br As day comes to the East, come thou — br Come to me now!br br Robert Crawfordbr br