Let Beauty awake in the morn from beautiful dreams

Beauty awake from rest

Let Beauty awake

For Beautys sake

In the hour when the birds awake in the brake

And the stars are bright in the west

Let Beauty awake in the eve from the slumber of day

Awake in the crimson eve

In the days dusk end

When the shades ascend

Let her wake to the kiss of a tender friend

To render again and receive

R L Stevenson