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’Neath the sun’s rays in the vale

Shimmer trembling waters clear;

Full of longing, from the brake

I look downwards to the lake,

Sitting in cool shade I hear

Calling quail.

Softly as if half asleep

Murmur all the springs and brooks;

When among the boughs the sun

Shines on waters, quick they run,

And like deer, with frightened looks,

Wildly leap.

Orioles and thrushes sing—

Who can understand them all?

Hidden in the trees each bird

Singing of the spring is heard,

Meaningful they talk and call

Twittering.

Says the cuckoo: „Have you seen

Our most lovely sister dear?

Sister of our summer dreams,

Languishing with love she seems.

Where art thou? O come, appear,

Fairy Queen!“