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Arthur Quiller-Couch, comp. The Oxford Book of Victorian Verse. 1922.

‘Awake, my heart, to be loved’

Robert Bridges (1844–1930)

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 unashamèd 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!’