[BNP/E3, 49A2 – 83]

19-6-08.

     Awake, awake from sleep

     And hear my {…} song

     I sing the things I weep

     And those for which I long.

This is the spirit of my singing deep

       This and the hate of wrong.

     Awake, awake to hear

     My soul be poured in sighs

     All human pain and fear

     My heart with sorrow denies,

With a brotherly throb that bright it near

       And tears on expressive eyes.

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     Awake, awake, I the night

     Is pure and a thing not all

     Like the things of common sight.

     Awake, the moon doth[1] fall

Like a dream on the lake. Where it is light

     Strong thing doth to me[2] recall.

     Awake, awake! The moon

     Would have for me a deep

     Song like {…} brigeth soon

     Oh the trail its light doth keep.

Ah I cannot sing that deep sweet song

     Sleep, sleep again, oh sleep!

 
[1] doth /does\
[2] doth to me /of fallen power\