Ode To A Bird

O my little bird!
Where art thou?
For thy heavenly songs
I dost implore
In thy innocent pleasures
I seek delight
And want thee always
Before my sight
Thy melodious chirping
O I can hear
In lands solitary
When I have fears!
Being so little
Thou understand not my pains
Neither can extinguish the gargantuan flames
For thou art a free bird
Of the rains…
Still, thou dost lift
Curtains dreary, from a happy life
And that momentous pleasure
For me becomes-a priceless treasure
Sing my bird! Sing!
Sing as long as I live
Cease not thy song!Let it spread…
May God grant you a long, long life
May the strings you fife upon, always survive.