The morn or jealous eyes?”

“Companion dear! or sleeping or awaking, Sleep not again! for lo! the morn is nigh, And in the east that early star is breaking, The day’s forerunner, known unto mine eye; The morn, the morn is near.

“Companion dear! with carols sweet I call thee; Sleep not again! I hear the birds’ blithe song Loud in the woodlands; evil may befall thee, And jealous eyes awaken, tarrying long, Now that the morn is near.

“Companion dear! forth from the window looking, Attentive mark the signs of yonder heaven; Judge if aright I read what they betoken: Thine all the loss, if vain the warning given; The morn, the morn is near.