Morn Like a Thousand Shining Spears

MORN like a thousand shining spears
Terrible in the East appears.
O hide me, leaves of lovely gloom,
Where the young Dreams like lilies bloom!
What is this music that I lose
Now, in a world of fading clues?
What wonders from beyond the seas
And wild Arabian fragrancies?
That which is come requires of me
My utter truth and mystery.
Return, O Dreams, return to-night!
My lover is the armèd Light.