INVOCATION
O SOUL of souls, awake! Lift up thine eyes
To meet the dayspring, till their spherèd skies
Flash answering light to pierce the clinging veil
Of mists and shadows of the night grown pale.
Renascent, leave the tombment of thy bed,
Though rich with painted love of legend dead,
And gilded with the gold of hallowed time,
And dim with dreams and darkness of the prime.