A vagrant fowl of summer pool

When month is summer and wind is cool, 

Why ought not the senses amuse? 

A vagrant fowl of summer pool, 

Beating wings for bed enthuse, 

 

Nearby a juvenile on her window pane, 

Sings a boredom song, 

The light in darkness fell,

The night grew longer by the rain, 

What trees what 

What roof tops shall take his dwell, along

Stars illumin depart from the royal bethel, 

Young jasmine too sleep in her bouquet, 

Night crock was nervous, hungry like lobo, 

A vagrant fowl, beating wings fell, 

 

On land and sad himsel! 

Heartfelt juvenile felt his breast pain, 

O! you red star! 

I had years regret and grief, but not a relief,

She opened her window light came swift 

That point him his way upright to her bed, 

 

And pearly eyed fowl of summer pool so sad, 

Rendered thanks to her and felt glad.