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.