O Wild Bird, O Firebird

O wild bird, O firebird,
I have heard of the fire that lives in each wing,
And that he who starts it awake shall regret it.
But- alas, O wild bird!- I have heard thee sing.

O wild bird, O firebird,
How could any Elwen hear but one note
Of the rapture that lies caged in thy breast,
And not long to hear the full song from thy throat?

O wild bird, O firebird,
Dazzling are thy bright flames, sky-bright and clear,
And dazzling is thy song; flashing it pours past,
A singing star that takes me far from here.

O wild bird, O firebird,
My heart lifts with thee, and sings so wild
That the others try, but they cannot restrain me
From song or flame; I name myself thy child.

O wild bird, O firebird,
Glittering and flashing thou soarest upon high,
And glittering and flashing my soul comes after,
Singing freely and fiercely to thee as I fly.