night in gale

fair Procne lend me your ears

  the morning dew hath struck the

  glimm'ring noon -

                                      maple leaves

dance whispering undaunted verses

  of leisure and you,

                  beautiful avi - an enchanting

                  songstress - brings me peace over

                  my burdened eyes

the midday sun blushes grey as

  clouds pass by idly in

  a midday slumber

Procne, darling Procne your heavenly

  harmonies bring sweet tears to

  my heavy eyes

let not the world tear your tongue

  out for the recesses of pleasure

hold thy self darling and do

  not tremble at the thought of

despair -

                  for all is right with the world