Arise! Arise! From fresh dug grave
Upon the ancient, lulling hills
Awash with heat of Summer's blaze
O'er the sweet and sinuous rills
Goes the Bard on wanderlust feet
Traversing valleys, fathoming stars
Treading Earth's sweet soils replete
Begetting tender, sonorous bars
To Bard's swell music: I've aspired
And to their beauty: Who conspired?

Arise! Arise! To triumphant skies
Awash with bright and molten colour
Through which Starling sweeps and cries
Going gaily through lovelorn hours
The Bard midst wizened trees goes light
Striving to hear the ancient word
Enveloping forest in pure soul's flight
In which luscious light of truth stirs
Besides the flourishing, florid flowers
Goes the Bard in pursuit of powers