Collegia – Ode 33: Songs from a Dream

OUR homes are in the trees,
We are clad but in the breeze,
And our forms are feathery light,
Flaky white.
Our songs are as the bees,
And sweet our melodies,
And we sing them every night,
With delight.

Our homes are otherwere,
They are castles in the air,
And we dream of them again,
In our pain.
And sometimes with despair
We pretend we do not care,
But our hopes with sing amain,
In refrain!

5. 3. 1928