AWAKE! for Morning in the Bowl of Night
Has flung the Stone* that puts the Stars to Flight:
And Lo! the Hunter of the East has caught
The Sultán’s Turret in a Noose of Light.
Dreaming, when Dawn’s Left Hand was in the Sky,
I heard a Voice within the Tavern cry,
Awake, my Little ones, and fill the Cup
Before Life’s Liquor in its Cup be dry.