Delay not thy ponderous search

For in the whispering pine

Myriads of painted wing

Waft gently against the Machiavellian sky

With dainty wings beating time

 thatCast forth the sweet melody

 of days gone by.

I pray thee, cast thy ear upon my soul

And fly with me past the endless sea

.Fear no more.

 Gone is the summer's heat

And the winter's gloom.

They have passed away

to allow a new memoryTo mature and bloom.

With that, your heart will flutter

 and I will whisper you a new song.