The gold stars are sleeping,
The mirror-pond trembles,
The dawn light comes creeping
And heaven's net reddens.
The birch-tree smites sleepily,
Her silk locks free-flowing,
Green earrings are rustling.
And silver dew glowing.
Tall nettles by the fencing
Their bright pearls are flaunting
And whispering merrily:
"Good morning!"