The Blue Bird (Custance)/The Blue Bird
THE BLUE BIRD
O princess prisoned in a house of pearl,Strange little princess that I call my soul . . .Silent you stand and listen all day longWith smiling parted lips, for you have heardThe far faint fluting of that fairy birdThat weaves enchantments with its magic song,That Bird with azure wings and shining crestThat will not come to any cage or hand . . .But flies away into the golden west . . .O wild blue bird, take back to fairy-landThis princess prisoned in a house of pearl,This little princess that I call my soul . . .