Nobody cares for this little bird,
Flitting alongside the stoop,
Singing of Love most effulgent,
With songs that never stop.

Only the clouds will miss her,
Only the sky will grieve,
Only the sun will kiss her,
And will her soul's reprieve.

When fate ferries her up to heaven,
Only the winds will moan,
Only the saints will protect her,
And for her loss of Heart atone.