Wake me to hear
Thy wildwood charm,
As a lone rush
Astir in the slim
White stream where sheer
Blue mornings are.
Stir the keen hush
On twilight's rim
When my own star
Is white and clear.
Wake me to hear
Thy wildwood charm,
As a lone rush
Astir in the slim
White stream where sheer
Blue mornings are.
Stir the keen hush
On twilight's rim
When my own star
Is white and clear.