Aubade
J. Ireland
It is time, O ye leaves,
O ye leaves, on the treetops of morning!
Laugh down the trees,
that pastures may wake!
It is time, O ye streams,
O ye streams, on the hilltops of morning!
Run down the hills,
That the valleys may wake!
It is time, O ye bells,
O ye bells, in the grey spire of morning!
Run down the spire,
That the hamlet may wake!