This is the carol the Robin throws Over the edge of the valley; Listen how boldly it flows, Sally on sally: Tirra-lirra, Early morn, New born! Day is near, Clear, clear. Down the river All a-quiver, Fish are breaking; Time for waking, Tup, tup, tup! Do you hear? All clear— Wake up!

This is the carol the Robin throws

Over the edge of the valley;

Listen how boldly it flows,

Sally on sally:

Tirra-lirra,

Early morn,

New born!

Day is near,

Clear, clear.

Down the river

All a-quiver,

Fish are breaking;

Time for waking,

Tup, tup, tup!

Do you hear?

All clear—

Wake up!

  The phantom flood of dreams has ebbed and vanished with the dark, And like a dove the heart forsakes the prison of the ark; Now forth she fares thro' friendly woods and diamond-fields of dew, While every voice cries out “Rejoice!” as if the world were new.

The phantom flood of dreams has ebbed and vanished with the dark,

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