To Morning...

O holy virgin !
Clad in purest white,
Unlock heav'n's golden gates,
    and issue forth;
Awake the dawn that sleeps in heaven;
   let light rise from the chambers of the east,
   and bring the honey'd dew that comet on waking day.
O radiant morning,
Salute the sun
Rous'd like a huntsman to the chase,
And with thy buskin'd feet appear upon hills.