Classic Poem

I would build myself a nest, a little downy nest,
And a warbler of the woodland I would wed —
Oh, not the blackbird bold, nor the thrush with voice so cold,
But the Yorlin with the yellow on his head.

I would keep him safe and warm, I would screen him from the storm;
Together we would greet the golden sun —
We would mount the greening stair of the slender larch and fir,
And sing our love until the day be done.

Should he journey far away I would watch both night and day,
I would call upon the seas to go asleep,
And to be a floor of glass, that my wandering love might pass,
Nor fear the curly snares of the deep.

Oh, my Yellow-Yorlin dear, I should ever go in fear
Of the Little Folk who dance beneath the moon:
They would steal you from my side to mate a fairy bride,
And cage my darling Yorlin in the dun .

But I know a way to take to a secret lonely lake
Where scented groves above the waters sway:
And I know a secret tree for my Heart's Desire and me,
Where we'll live and love, forever and a day.