shake myself to rid the soul
of dreamy quiet pall
which covers mayhap all the night
'till shadow king doth fall.

Awake dear eyes!
Stir with pen my sparkling muse!
The day is caught upon the tongue
a dew of state which kings enthuse.

Awake dear fingers!
Writing fleet with digits nimble
Creating words to make souls glad
and loving hearts to tremble.

Stretch dear soul!
Reach from deep within,
beyond all sight.
A dream bring forth into the light!