I waked; the sun was in the sky,
  The face of heaven was fair;
The silence all about me lay,
  Of morning in the air.

I said, Where hast thou been, my soul,
  Since the moon set in the west?
I know not where thy feet have trod,
  Nor what has been thy quest.

Where wast thou when Orion past
  Below the dark-blue sea?...