The Child In The Story Awakes

The light of dawn rose on my dreams,         And from afar I seemed to hear      In sleep the mellow blackbird call         Hollow and sweet and clear.      I prythee, Nurse, my casement open,         Wildly the garden peals with singing,      And hooting through the dewy pines         The goblins all are winging.      O listen the droning of the bees,         That in the roses take delight!      And see a cloud stays in the blue         Like an angel still and bright.      The gentle sky is spread like silk,         And, Nurse, the moon doth languish there,      As if it were a perfect jewel         In the morning's soft-spun hair.      The greyness of the distant hills         Is silvered in the lucid East,      See, now the sheeny-plumd cock         Wags haughtily his crest.      'O come you out, O come you out,         Lily, and lavender, and lime;      The kingcup swings his golden bell,         And plumpy cherries drum the time.      'O come you out, O come you out!         Roses, and dew, and mignonette,      The sun is in the steep blue sky,         Sweetly the morning star is set.'