[00:16.47]I would that we were, my beloved,
[00:25.01]White birds on the foam of the sea!
[00:33.05]We tire of the flame of the meteor,
[00:41.49]Before it can fade and flee;
[00:49.98]And the flame of the blue star of twilight,
[00:58.49]Hung low on the rim of the sky,
[01:07.18]Has awakened in our hearts, my beloved,
[01:15.54]A sadness that may not die.
[01:25.03]A weariness comes from those dreamers,
[01:33.14]Dew-dabbled, the lily and rose;
[01:41.11]Ah, dream not of them, my beloved,
[01:49.79]The flame of the meteor that goes,
[01:58.08]Or the flame of the blue star that lingers
[02:06.27]Hung low in the fall of the dew:
[02:15.07]For I would we were changed to white birds on the wandering foam:
[02:24.11]I and you!
[03:02.01]I am haunted by numberless islands,
[03:10.41]And many a Danaan shore,
[03:18.80]Where Time would surely forget us,
[03:26.68]And Sorrow come near us no more;
[03:35.37]Soon far from the rose and the lily,
[03:43.56]And fret of the flames would we be,
[03:51.90]Were we only white birds, my beloved,
[04:00.33]Buoyed out on the foam of the sea!
[04:09.46]Were we only white birds, my beloved,
[04:19.26]Buoyed out on the foam of the sea!