3S 
Black Domino 
Merry music — joy betokens, 
Show yourself, blithe morning singer. 
Deeply set among the grass stems. 
Woven on them, woven with them, 
Arched and covered by their tresses, 
Holding precious eggs, a nest lies. 
In its secret depths the mother 
Listens to her singing master, 
Feels the sunlight warm the grasses. 
Hears the breezes stir the rushes. 
Hears the dragonfly in passing 
Buzz his greeting to the turtle ; 
Overhead she sees the dewdrops 
Flash and glisten green and ruby. 
Through the forest of the grasses 
Sees a spider spinning, spinning. 
Spinning snares for lace-winged insects, 
Hanging nets for plump mosquitoes. 
Once again she hears her master 
Call " good morrow to the meadow. 
Merry music — joy betokens. 
Show yourself, blithe morning singer. 
