O sweet fin! O spirit divine!
Would ye share those blazing wings?
With fervour soul of mine
Heark once to each of mine beat
As i do everday to glee of thee
And you would know its very bleat
I wonder again and again
Left to my own disdain
If you sing for me in vain!
Reaching my bark even in rain
Lend me supple drives of thee
Those seeker of thee infinite strive
Rest a while, let me drive
Bead to bead i will dive
Wreathing around every nearby grove
Twittering and chirping in mine rainbow hue
To finish deeds you forgot to do
O restless seraph ! O elfin twitter!
I would welcome that early red sun
With dulcet tunes sung in dun
Of morning times, that hour of repose
Larking about in mellow bower
In lap of ethereal morning dower
I would make your blissful shower
Of words so sweet, a sign of greet
To every leaf crispy breathe
Moulding every bit as supposed I
In the turf and in the gloaming sky.
As dusk would fall soon
I shall retire to lie next to thou
After my farewell to lonesome moon
To embrace thou sight
Of passionate efforts in uneasy plight
O my sylvan sprite! O dream of mine!