SONG
Would I were a birdTo nest in a coverOf leaves that hover’Twixt earth and heavenWhere no sound is heard—Only the unevenBrush of winds that slumberWith no thought to cumber;Would I were a bird!Would I were a waveTo rise for a momentFrom the ocean’s foment,To puff my lips asunderBlowing bubbles brave,To dream and to wonderOf the depths below meAnd the winds that blow me—Would I were a wave!Bird, canst thou fashionSong of things that grieve thee?Wave hast thou passionFor things that will deceive thee?Bird and wave I leave ye!
Would I were a birdTo nest in a coverOf leaves that hover’Twixt earth and heavenWhere no sound is heard—Only the unevenBrush of winds that slumberWith no thought to cumber;Would I were a bird!Would I were a waveTo rise for a momentFrom the ocean’s foment,To puff my lips asunderBlowing bubbles brave,To dream and to wonderOf the depths below meAnd the winds that blow me—Would I were a wave!Bird, canst thou fashionSong of things that grieve thee?Wave hast thou passionFor things that will deceive thee?Bird and wave I leave ye!
Would I were a birdTo nest in a coverOf leaves that hover’Twixt earth and heavenWhere no sound is heard—Only the unevenBrush of winds that slumberWith no thought to cumber;Would I were a bird!
Would I were a bird
To nest in a cover
Of leaves that hover
’Twixt earth and heaven
Where no sound is heard—
Only the uneven
Brush of winds that slumber
With no thought to cumber;
Would I were a bird!
Would I were a waveTo rise for a momentFrom the ocean’s foment,To puff my lips asunderBlowing bubbles brave,To dream and to wonderOf the depths below meAnd the winds that blow me—Would I were a wave!
Would I were a wave
To rise for a moment
From the ocean’s foment,
To puff my lips asunder
Blowing bubbles brave,
To dream and to wonder
Of the depths below me
And the winds that blow me—
Would I were a wave!
Bird, canst thou fashionSong of things that grieve thee?Wave hast thou passionFor things that will deceive thee?Bird and wave I leave ye!
Bird, canst thou fashion
Song of things that grieve thee?
Wave hast thou passion
For things that will deceive thee?
Bird and wave I leave ye!