The Blue-Green World

I know that I should fold my wings,
Should curl up and rest for the night,
Should stop this my wild flight.
I will never be able to see all things.

But I have not seen all there is to be seen.
There is a world still out there, blue-green.

I have not seen all the green hills,
The sunsets upon the pure pools,
The dawns that glimmer like jewels,
The light gleaming in the blue rills.

But I have not seen all there is to be seen.
There is a world still out there, blue-green.

I have not seen all the green forests,
Not heard all the sweet birdsong,
Or the moon's music when night is long-
Not a single tone of the soft chorus.

But I have not seen all there is to be seen.
There is a world still out there, blue-green.

Perhaps I will never see all the flowers
That I want to, or walk every path.
Perhaps I will never hear all fairies laugh.
Some things are beyond my powers.

I will never see all there is to be seen.
Some part of the world will be always blue-green.