A bird flies over the sea-
Over the golden sea,
With a message from me to thee,
O my beloved!
Swift to thy lattice bar,
My life, my beloved,
Under the morning-star
He shall rest where my soul-thoughts are,
O my beloved.
He shall ‘light in the viny rings;
At the window fastenings
He shall beat with his eager wings,
O my beloved.
And ah! for the wild, sweet note,
My dove, my beloved;
And O for the mad, sweet note
That shall float from his honeyed throat,
O love, my beloved!
