Far away from that pale moon and that soft green vale, I so adorn,
Sun’s in silence, looks on through the cloudless sky,
Past that early morn, but still in hiding, as if sh’s just born,
Still she‘s there, and not a stir of air that’s has gone awry;

Along the brooks margin-sand, water flows listless and calm,
Reeds standing tall in that dark sodden ground,
Their cold fingers rise in that clear sky with much aplomb,
But ther’s not much life on this summer's day, that’s now unbound;

The feather’d grass of vales green and forests with boughs we know,
Are hiding forest’s live, that’s like crumbled donjons lie still,
Trees standing in abandoned rows awaiting the lighting show,
Freebooter sparrows come on daring wings and voices shrill;

Sun’s subtly scaling that azure sky, it’s elemental power for us to see,
Her once slumbering eyes now bright as morning dawns,
For foes this beauty has seized day’s splendor with glee,
As she fights with sword and hand ‘gainst night’s dark pawns;

Now that morning’s mist is torn asunder by light’s streak
And castl’s towers are gleaming in her rays
We see the glory and sun’s joy we daily seek
While we seek those larks song’s, pure and glittering on the sunny day