A Song to Wake Your Dear in the Morning I kiss the locks of your hair: Do you feel me there, Sleepy one? I will put a kiss on your brow: Are you waking now? Won't you wake, sleepy one? A kiss on your left eye; on your right— Closed tight, closed tight! Oh, you are a hard one to wake! A kiss on your nose Where your deep breath goes, Sleepy one! Now a kiss for each ear: Do you hear, do you hear? Wake, sleepy one! A kiss for this cheek; a kiss for this: How many kisses you will miss! Won't you wake? Won't you wake? Now I come to your lips that I love: Oh, you are waking! You wake and move! Sleepy one! Sleepy one, My kisses are done. Oh, you are a hard one to wake!
Do not fear.
The garden is yours
And it is yours to gather the fruits
And every flower of every kind,
And to set the high wall about it
And the closed gates.
The gates of your wall no hand shall open,
Not feet shall pass,
Through all the days until your return.
Do not fear.
Soon let it be, your coming!
For the pathways will grow desolate waiting,
The flowers say, “Our loveliness has no eyes to behold it!”
The leaves murmur all day with longing,
All night the boughs of the trees sway themselves with longing…
O Master of the Garden,
O my sun and rain and dew,