Awaking morning laughs from heaven

Awaking morning laughs from heaven

On golden summer's forests green;

And what a gush of song is given

To welcome in that light serene.

A fresh wind waves the clustering roses,

And through the open window sighs

Around the couch where she reposes,

The lady with the dovelike eyes;

With dovelike eyes and shining hair,

And velvet cheek so sweetly moulded;

And hands so soft and white and fair

Above her snowy bosom folded.

Her sister's and her brother's feet

Are brushing off the scented dew,

And she springs up in haste to greet

The grass and flowers and sunshine too.