If thou art sleeping, maiden,
Awake, and open thy door:
'Tis the break of day, and we must away,
O'er meadow, and mount, and moor.
Wait not to find thy slippers,
But come with thy naked feet:
We shall have to pass through the dewy grass,
And waters wide and fleet.
More verses by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
- Voices Of The Night : The Beleaguered City
- Ultima Thule: The Windmill
- The Warden Of The Cinque Ports. (Birds Of Passage. Flight The First)
- The Statue Over The Cathedral Door. (From The German Of Julius Mosen)
- The Harvest Moon