Could I Awake to This

When I wake joyously

In that Far Empery

When day has just begun,

Will meadow larks in glee

Play on their flutes for me

And laughingly rivers run?

Will aspens, tenderly,

Sing hymns, while slenderly

White birches greet the sun?

Will pine trees gently croon

And still the heart's typhoon

As now; and reach to kiss

The paling crescent moon

Who hides her face as soon

As day awakes in bliss?

Will heaven be flower-strewn?

I would not fear death's rune

Could I awake to this.