INTRODUCTION

Hear the voice of the Bard, Who present, past, and future, sees;

Whose ears have heard The Holy Word That walked among the ancient trees;

Calling the lapsed soul, And weeping in the evening dew;

That might control The starry pole, And fallen, fallen light renew!

'O Earth, O Earth, return!

Arise from out the dewy grass!

Night is worn, And the morn Rises from the slumbrous mass.

'Turn away no more;

Why wilt thou turn away?

The starry floor, The watery shore, Is given thee till the break of day.'