The Light Of Dawn Rose On My Dreams, And From Afar I Seemed To Hear In Sleep The Mellow Blackbird Call Hollow And Sweet And Clear. I Prythee, Nurse, My Casement Open, Wildly The Garden Peals With Singing, And Hooting Through The Dewy Pines The Goblins All Are Winging. O Listen The Droning Of The Bees, That In The Roses Take Delight! And See A Cloud Stays In The Blue Like An Angel Still And Bright. The Gentle Sky Is Spread Like Silk, And, Nurse, The Moon Doth Languish There, As If It Were A Perfect Jewel In The Morning'S Soft-Spun Hair. The Greyness Of The Distant Hills Is Silvered In The Lucid East, See, Now The Sheeny-Plum'D Cock Wags Haughtily His Crest. 'O Come You Out, O Come You Out, Lily, And Lavender, And Lime; The Kingcup Swings His Golden Bell, And Plumpy Cherries Drum The Time. 'O Come You Out, O Come You Out! Roses, And Dew, And Mignonette, The Sun Is In The Steep Blue Sky, Sweetly The Morning Star Is Set.'