From grievous slumber. Already unto thee Krkonoše,[1] Triglav, Tatra, the Balkans,
Ural and Velebit are aflame like new Horebs
Where the spirit of God is speaking afresh; already unto thee, Volga,
Vistula, and Danube, Vltava, Save and Drave are gleaming
Like new Jordans, wherein are baptised the new-born thoughts
Of the new age; already the dew of thy tears is everywhere radiant
With hope of solace at hand; hazes of morning
Already converse with thee in golden images of coming lustre;
Early breezes, a gentle foreboding of joy, already with their pinions
Fan thy bosom and brow, setting aquiver thy ponderings,
And mustering little by little thy chaotic emotions;
Thy spirit is striving against its last slumber, thy heart
Is grappling with its last weariness, thou shakest and heavest,
Strainest and rubbest thine eyes, already thou art at the point
Of rousing thee, of gazing in concord upon
God's beauteous day, whereof love is the sunrise: oh, ere long,
- ↑ The Giant Mountains (known in German as the Riesengebirge).
