Robert Seymour Bridges (Роберт Сеймур Бриджес)

Shorter Poems. Book III. 15. “Awake, My Heart”

Awake, my heart, to be loved, awake, awake!
The darkness silvers away, the morn doth break,
It leaps in the sky: unrisen lustres slake
The o'ertaken moon. Awake, O heart, awake!

She too that loveth awaketh and hopes for thee:
Her eyes already have sped the shades that flee,
Already they watch the path thy feet shall take:
Awake, O heart, to be loved, awake, awake!

And if thou tarry from her, - if this could be, -
She cometh herself, O heart, to be loved, to thee;
For thee would unashamed herself forsake:
Awake, to be loved, my heart, awake, awake!

Awake! The land is scattered with light, and see,
Uncanopied sleep is flying from field and tree;
And blossoming boughs of April in laughter shake:
Awake, O heart, to be loved, awake, awake!

Lo, all things wake and tarry and look for thee:
She looketh and saith, "O sun, now bring him to me.
Come, more adored, O adored, for his coming's sake,
And awake, my heart, to be loved, awake, awake!" 

1. Shorter Poems. Book IV. 7. “Gáy Róbin Is Seen No More”
2. Shorter Poems. Book I. 11. “Long Are the Hours the Sun Is Above”
3. Shorter Poems. Book III. 11. “O Thou Unfaithful, Still As Ever Dearest”
4. Shorter Poems. Book III. 7. Indolence
5. Shorter Poems. Book IV. 6. April, 1885

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