Wings of Swan

If any wish I could be given,
It would be for wings of swan,
That on those wings I fly to Heaven,
And to countries of the dawn.

Of this world I am endless-weary,
And the passing of the years
Only makes stronger the endless-dreary,
And makes me drown in tears.

But swans above the world sing and soar,
Voices lonely, wild, clear.
I sought all my life for something more
Than I could find in this world drear.

I have found it; it can be given
By poetry, the wings of swan.
Let me fly on these wings to Heaven,
And on to countries of the dawn.