1. A bird startled me out of a slumber
In which the phantom had come knocking

2. So between our meeting and parting
Was like a smile of lightning flirting with the horizon

3. I said, you sing only in the hands of a vintner
Who makes the tavern flow into you, intoxicated

4. And I got up to snatch the nests away in anger
Of me, and seize the branches and the leaves

5. If one had longed like I do, I'd empathize
But he disguised the claim and didn't prove honest

6. My pact with him was safe from him drawing near
Cheerful above my branch, conspicuously perching

7. If not for nights we had at the tavern past
I'd repeat my sighs in it, so it caught fire