From Serenade

 Bend down your glittering urns,

 Ere yet the dawn returns,

And star with dew the lawn her feet shall tread;

 Upon the air rain balm,

 Bid all the woods be calm,

Ambrosial dreams with healthful slumbers wed;

 That's so the Maiden may

 With smiles your care repay,

When from her couch she lifts her golden head;

 Waking with earliest birds,

 Ere yet the misty herds

Leave warm 'mid the gray grass their dusky bed.

Aubrey De Vere