A voice from the depths where the wood-birds hide
Its thrilling melody weaves.
What shakes the harp-strings in thy throat?
Is it joy or woe? Is it love or fear?
The mystery of the woods I hear
In the passion of your note.
Do you cry, Woe! Woe! Do you cry, Rejoice!
Joy and sorrow no longer twain,
Hope and despair in one wild strain,
And the night has found a voice.