Fly from the porch of day.
Wake up! wake up! my own sweet love;
Raise up those beaming eyes,
To find an answering look above--
An image in the skies.
There's music ready for thine ear,
There's perfume on the breeze;
Wake up and add to all that's dear,
What's dearer than all these.
Wake up! wake up! my own sweet love!