The Earth to the Young Day (verse)
Childe, Wilfred
The Earth to the Young Day Arise, arise, bathe in the dew-streams of morning, My young beloved; The stars have paled beyond the gentle fountains, Cock-crow is over and the Lord Apollo Wheels in...
...WILFRED CHILDE...
...Arise, arise, I have called thee from thy chamber, Lily of the garlands ; I have bidden the god of sleep to depart from thee And no more to weigh down the beauty of thine eyelids With his seductive honey...
...Hypnos, shadowy lord, leave my beloved, For the morning calls to him and the sun's car halting Trembles with joy beneath the burning fingers Of the golden sun god...
...The stars have paled beyond the gentle fountains, Cock-crow is over and the Lord Apollo Wheels in the midmost sky...
Vol. 11 • March 1930 • No. 20
