Awake, dear dawn, and gild the sky with gold,
Your light doth kiss the sleepy world anew.
The night retreats, its shadows faint and old,
And dreams dissolve in morning's tender hue.
O gentle morn, breathe life in every breeze,
Unfold the petals of the waking rose.
The birds, with songs, among the whispering trees,
Proclaim the joy that only daylight knows.
Rise up, my love, and greet the sun's embrace,
Let radiant beams caress thy slumbered face.
The world awaits the sparkle in thine eyes,
A mirrored glimpse of heaven’s bright disguise.
With morning's grace, our hearts are intertwined,
In light, our souls, eternal, gently bind.