The first gray light of dawn
Has given leave to the tired watchers of the night.
The cold, still air was left behind
To give the sun,
When she will come,
This nights' report.

Oh, but the world has not awakened yet:
The fields refuse to shed
Their thick white duvet,
And all the trees and briers keep standing
With their eyes shut fast -
No one stands on guard.
This is the time when anything can happen.