Darling arise

Pretty one, tho' the morning is breaking

Thy lattice is fasten'd close.

How is it that thou art not waking

When awake is the rose?

Darling, arise!

for I am he

Thy lover who sighs

and sings to thee.

Nature loud at thy lattice is beating:

I am Day says the morning above.

I am Music the bird sings repeating,

And my heart cries "I am Love!"