Spring Night

In the wondrous star-sown night,

In the first sweet warmth of spring,

I lie awake and listen

To hear the glad earth sing.

I hear the brook in the wood

Murmuring, as it goes,

The song of the happy journey

Only the wise heart knows.

I hear the trilling note

Of the tree-frog under the hill,

And the clear and watery treble

Of his brother, silvery shrill.

And then I wander away

Through the mighty forest of Sleep,

To follow the fairy music

To the shore of an endless deep.