A fathomless and mysterious bond
Dispels all the deject and despond
Exulted, thou soar into the skies
And lulling Reason fast asleep anon
Thou fly through worlds unknown
In dreams, in reality and in tales
In the morns and in the gloaming
Over the hills and rivers and vales
Over the setting sun and dancing Daisies
Thou fly towards the Eternal Light
On a charming, little, golden bird
Ah, but when wilt thou realize,
O Fair Lady, O my poor thing,
That it's a bird with wounded wings?
It's bound to fall, bound to fail
Yet thou continue the wretched flight
Through the violent storms and hail
Towards the illusive Eternal Light
My Darling, the day thou open
Thy restive doors for Truth
And the images of thy future loom
Thou just hope to get a break
And eagerly await thy doom.