Oh reverent breeze, please guide me to the land,

Where curious frogs and gentle rivers play,

Transport me from this dull locale of bland

To glades where foxes scheme and wise wolves pray.

And in this land, I’ll once more rest my head

To gaze upon the lustrous stars of gold.

They’ll sing to me, and with my soul be wed,

Both heav’n and earth shall ne’er need be consoled.

Betwixt the hours of of midnight and of morn’,

Please free my eyes and ‘rouse me from my sleep.

Then carry me, and let my soul adorn

The body, where my endless troubles seep.

          When I once more arise to noise and lies,

          The stars that I once knew will hear my cries.