DAWN.
WWake,happy heart, O awake!For the mists are flitting away;And the hawthorn boughs for thy sakeAre eager and longing to breakInto garlands of blossoming spray.Sing, sing it, O gay little linnet!And hasten, O glad lark, to bring it,The beautiful Day!O Dawn, I am hungry with yearningFor gifts thou canst give;—The proud soul within me is burningWith new life to live.I am strong with the strength of long sleeping;Fill full now each veinWith rich crimson wine thou art keepingFor glad hearts to drain!O hush! for the clouds break asunder;Her delicate feetTouch the hills with a reverent wonderIf earth will be sweet.And the heart that within me was breakingWith longing for her,Breaks utterly, now that awakingI hear her low stir.So frail and so dainty and tender;What heart could foreseeThat the goddess it longed for, a slenderYoung fairy would be?Empty-handed, she dreads my displeasure,And turns half away;’Tis for me then to give of my treasure,O beautiful Day!Appealing, she waits till I greet her,With no gifts for me;Dear Day, after all it is sweeterFor me to crown thee!If I am not a happier maidenBecause of thy stay,Thou shalt be with bright gifts from me laden,A happier Day!
WWake,happy heart, O awake!For the mists are flitting away;And the hawthorn boughs for thy sakeAre eager and longing to breakInto garlands of blossoming spray.Sing, sing it, O gay little linnet!And hasten, O glad lark, to bring it,The beautiful Day!O Dawn, I am hungry with yearningFor gifts thou canst give;—The proud soul within me is burningWith new life to live.I am strong with the strength of long sleeping;Fill full now each veinWith rich crimson wine thou art keepingFor glad hearts to drain!O hush! for the clouds break asunder;Her delicate feetTouch the hills with a reverent wonderIf earth will be sweet.And the heart that within me was breakingWith longing for her,Breaks utterly, now that awakingI hear her low stir.So frail and so dainty and tender;What heart could foreseeThat the goddess it longed for, a slenderYoung fairy would be?Empty-handed, she dreads my displeasure,And turns half away;’Tis for me then to give of my treasure,O beautiful Day!Appealing, she waits till I greet her,With no gifts for me;Dear Day, after all it is sweeterFor me to crown thee!If I am not a happier maidenBecause of thy stay,Thou shalt be with bright gifts from me laden,A happier Day!
WWake,happy heart, O awake!For the mists are flitting away;And the hawthorn boughs for thy sakeAre eager and longing to breakInto garlands of blossoming spray.Sing, sing it, O gay little linnet!And hasten, O glad lark, to bring it,The beautiful Day!
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Wake,happy heart, O awake!
For the mists are flitting away;
And the hawthorn boughs for thy sake
Are eager and longing to break
Into garlands of blossoming spray.
Sing, sing it, O gay little linnet!
And hasten, O glad lark, to bring it,
The beautiful Day!
O Dawn, I am hungry with yearningFor gifts thou canst give;—The proud soul within me is burningWith new life to live.I am strong with the strength of long sleeping;Fill full now each veinWith rich crimson wine thou art keepingFor glad hearts to drain!O hush! for the clouds break asunder;Her delicate feetTouch the hills with a reverent wonderIf earth will be sweet.And the heart that within me was breakingWith longing for her,Breaks utterly, now that awakingI hear her low stir.So frail and so dainty and tender;What heart could foreseeThat the goddess it longed for, a slenderYoung fairy would be?Empty-handed, she dreads my displeasure,And turns half away;’Tis for me then to give of my treasure,O beautiful Day!Appealing, she waits till I greet her,With no gifts for me;Dear Day, after all it is sweeterFor me to crown thee!If I am not a happier maidenBecause of thy stay,Thou shalt be with bright gifts from me laden,A happier Day!
O Dawn, I am hungry with yearning
For gifts thou canst give;—
The proud soul within me is burning
With new life to live.
I am strong with the strength of long sleeping;
Fill full now each vein
With rich crimson wine thou art keeping
For glad hearts to drain!
O hush! for the clouds break asunder;
Her delicate feet
Touch the hills with a reverent wonder
If earth will be sweet.
And the heart that within me was breaking
With longing for her,
Breaks utterly, now that awaking
I hear her low stir.
So frail and so dainty and tender;
What heart could foresee
That the goddess it longed for, a slender
Young fairy would be?
Empty-handed, she dreads my displeasure,
And turns half away;
’Tis for me then to give of my treasure,
O beautiful Day!
Appealing, she waits till I greet her,
With no gifts for me;
Dear Day, after all it is sweeter
For me to crown thee!
If I am not a happier maiden
Because of thy stay,
Thou shalt be with bright gifts from me laden,
A happier Day!