Lift up your eyes,
O faint cuckoo-flower,
That wilts in the heat of the noon:
O daisy that dies
At the dew-fall hour,
And never hast looked on the moon:
Lift up your eyes
To the flowering skies;
As the stars are, so are ye:
In your lives ye are one
With the moon, with the sun,
And the winds that walk on the sea;
The strong sun lives and moves in your veins,
And the fair moon woos you with moon-lit rains:
Rejoice, O ye of high birth,
Ye children of air and earth.