1

It was, as if the Heaven
Had kiss'd Earth with its beam
That she in blooming glimmer
Must sweetly of it dream.

2

The breeze went over the Fields,
The ears were waving light,
The woods were gently rustling,
So starry was the night.

3

And my whole soul outspreading
Her wings abroad to roam,
Flew thro' the sleeping Land,
As if towards its home.