by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
A wind came up out of the sea,
O mists, make room for me.
It hailed the ships, and cried,
Ye mariners, the night is gone.
And hurried landward far away,
Awake! it is the day.
It said unto the forest,
Hang all your leafy banners out!
It touched the wood-bird's folded wing,
O bird, awake and sing.
And o'er the farms,
Your clarion blow; the day is near.
It whispered to the fields of corn,
Bow down, and hail the coming morn.
It shouted through the belfry-tower,
Awake, O bell! proclaim the hour.
It crossed the churchyard with a sigh,
Not yet! in quiet lie.
Source:Longfellow's Poetical Works
Henry Frowde, London