I, too, will awake at thy coming.
The heavens are awake, and the earth
Is astir from mountain to sea.
To-day comes the first pang of love;
My heart, my heart, how wildly it moves!
My breast is torn, torn by God Kane.
In the breast lurks the mischief of Kane—
The heart is the fortress of Honor’s guard.
Awake! repose in thy sovereign’s care.
I pray thee awake!