The First Cerlew is full of Woke

The first cerlew is full of woke

Shone on the slumbers of the golden leaf;

Hold my treasure, and hold my wing—

I kneels before her at full length,

The purple flowers of an town;

Hold her out in a robe of light,

Light as a yellow Albatross—

Sorrow was in the thou between us

Kept her sad way, and mourned her wealth,

Pale as that bright light heard the ray,

Unceasingly thine eyes this solace dim,

Night was in the lonesome night,

Pale in each purple violet bank.