A White Bird Is Singing

Somewhere far away in summer's green light,
Where the moonflowers blossom all the night,
And the stars dance down in spirals of starlight,
A white bird is singing.

Somewhere far away in the shade of a great tree,
Where the leaves murmur to the winds restlessly,
And there is a grove of orange- and of lemon-tree,
A white bird is singing.

Somewhere far away in the warm summer night,
Where the air is thick with the scent of flowers and light,
And the crescent moon rocks calmly upon the midnight,
A white bird is singing.

Somewhere far away where grass blows restlessly,
Where grows Daphne the maiden, the laurel-tree,
And the dawn comes back soft and solemn upon the lea,
A white bird is singing.

Somewhere far away, among the stars and the flowers,
Where my heart has picked a place to while away the hours,
And the summer is deep amid the fruit-tree bowers,
A white bird is singing.