Classic Poem

I came to you with a greeting,
To tell you the sun has arisen,
With his hot happy light
He is trembling among the leaves;

To tell you the forest is waking,
Every twig is awaking,
And every bird is shaking his wings,
Is full of the thirst of spring;

With all of the midnight's passion
Again in the morning I come,
And my spirit is still as eager
To wait upon joy and you;

And all of the winds of the heaven
Blow happiness to me,
And I know not the theme of the singing,
But a song is lifting its wings.