At the end of night when the stars are falling,
An oak white as diamonds burns brightly forever;
The tranquil blue kiss of the stream is enthralling
With its merging and melting to join with the river.
Blessed beauty whose symphony blends with the heavens...
Lovely sharp stars from their slumbering riven...
Oh, that the day had a dream for the lawn
To always be bathed with the rays of the dawn.