You woke me up this morning
And there were all scorching rays of May;
I felt them, early,
Warning lest I miss any part of the day.
I'm glad, to see and feel
The full deliciousness of this bright day,
That's like a heart with nothing to conceal;
The young leaves scarcely trembling; the blue-grey
Rimming the cloudless ether far away;
Hedges, shadows; pastures that reveal
Soft sapphire; this great floor of polished steel
Spread out amidst the landmarks of the bay.
So sweet, so sweet the roses in their blowing,
So sweet the swaying flowers, so fair to see;
So blithe and gay the humming-bird a going
From flower to flower, a-hunting with the bee
Do you recall that night in June
Upon the Tista River;
We listened to the landler-tune,
We watched the moonbeams quiver
The summer morn is bright and fresh
The birds are darting by
As if they loved to breast the breeze
That sweeps the cool clear sky."
The quiet stars came out, one after one;
The holy twilight fell upon the sea,
The summer day was done."