The Maidens' Song (From Halte Hulda)

Good-morning, sun, 'mid the leaves so green— Mind of youth in the dales' deep reaches, Smile that brightens their somber speeches, Heaven's gold on our earth-dust seen! Good-morning, sun, o'er the royal tower! Kindly thou beckonest forth each maiden; Kindle each heart as a star light-laden, Twinkling so clear, though a sad night lower! Good-morning, sun, o'er the mountain-side! Light the land that still sleep disguises Till it awakens and fresh arises For yonder day in thy warmth's full tide!