The mist is clearing as the sun rises
And in my heart hums a new song.
The night has lifted, gone its disguises,
And my heart glows, potent and strong.
The jasmine scent glides with a new boldness
Cool with the thaw of winter snows,
Solitude blooms with infinite softness
Sings on the lips of the red rose.
Below the mountain the horizon spreads
Wide once more and onward calling,
The blowing of its wind from my face sheds
Burning tears, butterflies of spring.