The very beast that crops the flower
Hath welcome for the dawning hour:
Aurora smiles; her beckonings claim thee.
Listen! look round! the chirp, the hum,
Song, low, and bleat—there’s nothing dumb—
All love, all life! Come slumberer, come!
The meanest thing shall shame thee.
We come—we come—our wanderings take
Through dewy field, by misty lake,
And rugged paths, and woods pervaded