Come, little bird: fly faster, fly home.
Your wind-beaten wing-beats have carried you far.
Is your soul so weary? so lonely as mine?
No moonlight outshines your bright home-guiding star.
What green wood flew you by? What white waves soared you through?
What high star-peaked mountains leapt you in the dark?
Wonderer, wanderer, bitter-sweet yearning,
Come back, little bird, my hearth-home, my heart.
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