Arise! Arise!
The daylight dies,
And now's the time for wandering!
Awake, you fool!
The air is cool
And stars are faintly glimmering.
The wind blows fair
And brown owls stare
Within the shifting moon-lit wood.
The friendly night
Is filled with light
And fresh-mown fields smell green and good.
So stand not so,
But let us go
And walk the path up to the hill.
We'll talk and sing
Like careless kings
And silent night with laughter fill.
Awake! Arise!
The cricket cries
And calls us to the nightly walk.
Why do you stay?
We must away!
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