Demain, de l'aube, a l'heure ou blanchit la campagne, je partirais.
Vois-tu - je sais que tu m'attends.
There may be some spelling errors, as it's been years since I took French, but that's the gist of it. It's also all I can remember, and all I can find through Google. If anyone happens to have the full text of the poem lying around, it would really make my day.