Menken, Adah Isaacs
When I am a bird--a white-throated bird--all trimmed
in plumage of crimson and gold, I will sing to one alone.
I will come from the sea--the broad blue sea--and
fold my wings with olive-leaves to the glad tidings of his
I will come from the forest--the far old forest--where
sighs and tears of reckless loves have never moaned away
the morning of poor lives.
I will come from the sky, with songs of an angel, and
flutter into his soul to see how I may be all melody to
Yes, I will be a bird--a loving, docile bird-- and furl my
wild wings, and shut my sad eyes in his breast!