| Harriet Monroe, ed. (1860–1936). Poetry: A Magazine of Verse. 1912–22. | | | | On Waking | | By Joseph Campbell |
| | | SLEEP, gray brother of death, | |
| Has touched me, | |
| And passed on. | |
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| I arise, facing the east— | |
| Pearl-doored sanctuary | 5 |
| From which light, | |
| Hand-linked with dew and fire, | |
| Dances. | |
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| Hail, essence, hail! | |
| Fill the windows of my soul | 10 |
| With beauty: | |
| Pierce and renew my bones: | |
| Pour knowledge into my heart | |
| As wine. | |
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| Cualann is bright before thee. | 15 |
| Its rocks melt and swim: | |
| The secret they have kept | |
| From the ancient nights of darkness | |
| Flies like a bird. | |
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| What mourns? | 20 |
| Cualann’s secret flying, | |
| A lost voice | |
| In endless fields. | |
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| What rejoices? | |
| My voice lifted praising thee. | 25 |
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| Praise! Praise! Praise! | |
| Praise out of trumpets, whose brass | |
| Is the unyoked strength of bulls; | |
| Praise upon harps, whose strings | |
| Are the light movements of birds; | 30 |
| Praise of leaf, praise of blossom, | |
| Praise of the red-fibred clay; | |
| Praise of grass, | |
| Fire-woven veil of the temple; | |
| Praise of the shapes of clouds; | 35 |
| Praise of the shadows of wells; | |
| Praise of worms, of fetal things, | |
| And of the things in time’s thought | |
| Not yet begotten. | |
| To thee, queller of sleep, | 40 |
| Looser of the snare of death. | | | | |
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