Awake, my heart, to be loved, [awake, awake!]1
The darkness silvers away, the morn doth break,
It leaps in the sky: unrisen lustres slake
[The o'ertaken]2 moon. Awake, [O heart,]3 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]4 heart, to be loved, [awake]1, 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]5 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,]1 for his coming's sake,
And awake my heart to be loved: [awake,]1 awake!'