What is so rare as a pearly cloud,
With a burning sun behind it?
And this is the jewel I wear on my heart,
With a dream to bind it--
This is the treasure you sought from the start,
Forgetting to find it.
What is so sweet as the song of a bird,
That wakens the fancy that hears it?
And this is the music I hear in my heart
Whose heaven enspheres it--
This is the heaven you sought from the start
Forgetting to pierce it.
What is so glad as the heart of a child,
That gambols as careless as Maytime?
And this is the pleasure I hold to my heart,
Acalling it daytime--
This is the pleasure you sought from the start,
Forgetting the playtime.