Soon the hour of dawn shall pass

Soon the hour of dawn shall pass,
Clear and loud the lark is singing ;
Swiftly through the waving grass
Now my bright-eyed first is springing.

Down the still and shadowy dale
Floats my second, sweetly telling,
'Morning lifts her misty veil,
Spectral darkness soon dispelling.'

Far remote from beaten way,
Now my dewy whole is bending ;
And where summer breezes play
Sweetness to their breath is lending.