When I wake joyously
In that Far Empery
When day has just begun,
Will meadow larks in glee
Play on their flutes for me
And laughingly rivers run?
Will aspens, tenderly,
Sing hymns, while slenderly
White birches greet the sun?
Will pine trees gently croon
And still the heart's typhoon
As now; and reach to kiss
The paling crescent moon
Who hides her face as soon
As day awakes in bliss?
Will heaven be flower-strewn?
I would not fear death's rune
Could I awake to this.
