English poem
O WILL YOU COME WITH ME
by Robert Winkworth Norwood (1874–1932)
O will you come with me away, Brother—my Brother! The night is spent, and breaks the day, Brother—my Brother! Have done with the dream and the pillowing stone! Awake! Over vast spaces the winds are blown To buffet and bear you from shadowing sleep. Up the high places Seraphim faces Brighten and burn as the disk of the sun Stands on the brow of yon mountain, to keep Guard of your path till the journey is done!