As the song of a bird in May

As the song of a bird in May shall my song be

That close in a brake all day sits bowered and sings

For there in his chosen home to his mate pipes he

Nor cares for a while to roam on travelling wings.

Only to sing unseen is now his thought

Beneath and around him green and the blue above

Winter is overpast and he cares nought

But rested in peace at last has found his love.

Far have I roamed, how far and might not rest

Long have I sought my star -- in vain how long

Now having found my way my love my nest

As the song of a bird in May shall be my song.