Now Golden Bird,
Sleepless for warbling,
Sits in the warm dark beneath my eyelids.

Golden Bird, Golden Bird, my soul,
When you were a maiden in the evening in the starlight,
And I brushed your lips with adoring,
The dark was like light about us,
Like gliding shuttles of golden light ...

What could I do, Beautiful,
But take you deep in the folds of my ghost
Where you sang all night long?

O Golden Bird,
Sleepless for warbling,
You are sitting behind shut eyes in the warm dark.