Little angel, how I envy,

Your simple days and simple nights,

You need not travel, weak and weary,

In struggle for what your heart delights.

A twinkling, cheery ray of sun,

Will part the clouds and light your way,

And warm you as you feed your young,

And keep the creeping chills at bay.

My ceaseless days run glittering past,

Heavy and devoid of ease,

When relief comes, it does not last,

And vanishes like a faltering breeze.

My nights are filled with fitful dreams,

Spun about in wild confusion,

A tangled thread of moonlit streams,

Restlessness and disillusion.

Little bird, will you carry me,

Beyond the snowy mountains high,

Beyond the distant, thundering sea,

Into the endless, blue blue sky.