Angel's Morning Song to the Shepherd

Waken, drowsy slumberer, waken !
Over gorse, green broom, and braken,
From her sieve of silken blue,
Dawning sifts her silver dew,
Hangs the emerald on the willow,
Lights her lamp below the billow,
Bends the brier and branchy braken —
Waken, drowsy slumberer, waken !

Round and round, from glen and grove,
Pour a thousand hymns to love ;
Harps the rail amid the clover,
O'er the moon-fern whews the plover,
Bat has hid and heath-cock crow'd,
Courser neigh'd and cattle low'd,
Kid and lamb the lair forsaken —
Waken, drowsy slumberer, waken !