I wake.
A new day pours over me its blossom,
Fragrant with sun-thoughts.

My ears are opened
To the poesy of winds and waves
Echoing with the song of jubilant birds.

My eyes are opened.
The vault of heaven spans the world
In its vaulted core, the sun.

I was asleep.
My soul adventured I know not whither—
No sun was there.

When darkness came, I trembled.
Death was there,
Death and hissing tongues.

Now is earth's day.
Insects throng from her lap,
Gambol in the blithesome air.

Whither is passed that uncouth darkness?
Whither has it fled away?
Day-beams now are everywhere,
A world built all of day-beams.

To bathe my hair in that sea of light,
Which floods the grass,
And kisses the dust
So that it bourgeons in myriad hues!

To catch the scent of creative winds,
That dance on my forehead,
Play upon my nostrils!

Sparkling day!
You are God's laughing eye,
The mirror of His soul.

His thoughts
Flash out from the abysses,
From the crypts of heaven, from constellations,
A fiery host of seraphim.