wakens

The time came when the mightiest of instincts ordinarily wakens from its repose.

Frail golden flowers that perish at a breath, That wither in the hands of light, and die When bright dawn wakens in a silver sky.

In the spring the oldest serpent awakes and wakens the others, crying: “It is time” (Vernaleken, p. 113).

Az the white rose wakens intu buty, so dus the white Pig cum tu gladden us.

At dawn he wakens with the frightened whinny of his horse in his ears and, all awake, looks about him.