Black Domino 
See, an alder lightly waving, 
See, the rushes near are nodding, 
Something stirs beyond the sedges, 
Something golden gleams behind them. 
Now the leaves are gently parted 
Just above the meadow's carpet. 
And the joyous singer coyly 
Makes his bow before the curtain. 
How is this ? A masquerader ? 
Come, sir, will you not uncover ? 
Do not hide that gold and ermine 
Under domino of sable. 
Gone so quickly ! Through the grasses 
Like a ray of sunshine glinting. 
But beyond them for a parting. 
Rises clear, alert, his greeting — 
To the sunlight, to the meadow, 
To the forest, to the mountain. 
Merry music — joy betokens. 
Fare thee well, blithe masquerader. 
