The long and tedious months move slowly by And February's chill has fled away Before the gales of March, and now e'en they Have died upon the peaceful April sky: And still I sadly wander, still I sigh,...
You mortals see the sky - I only see the ground, As through the air I fly. You mortals see the sky, And yet with envy sigh Because to earth you're bound! You mortals see the sky -...
When through the heat of some long afternoon In blazing August, on the grass I lie, And watch the white clouds move across the sky, On whose azure is faintly etched the moon,...
Sometimes I fly at dawn above the sea, Where, underneath, the restless waters flow - Silver, and cold, and slow. Dim in the East there burns a new-born sun, Whose rosy gleams along the ripples run,...