Oye! Cuckoo bird, haven't you heard?
Even if entire nature is adorned..
.In lieu of merriment,why are you looking
mourn?Would you not profound the solitude of my orchard?
...
Give me the scorn of the stars and a peak defiant;
Wail of the pines and a wind with the shout of a giant;
Night and a trail unknown and a heart reliant.
Give me to live and love in the old, bold fashion;
A soldier's billet at night and a soldier's ration;
A heart that leaps to the fight with a soldier's passion.