How happy for the little birds
From tree to tree, away and hither,
To pour their pretty, warbling words,
And fly with fluttering joy together!
But let the sun rejoice the skies,
Or sullen clouds his glory smother,
With heavy hearts we still must rise
Far, far away from one another.

Now leave those foolish, feathered things,
O Fortune, Fortune, fond and cruel!
And fit two pair of trusty wings
Upon myself and Mary jewel,
That she and I from earth may start,
And skim the sky on angel feather,
Till from mid-heaven, heart to heart
With fluttering joy we fall together.