Don’t you fly too low, little wingling in the shadows,
Naiveté will see your feathers sodden in the shallows

Don’t try and find the words, little wingling of the mind,
Analysis will blind you; absurdity unkind

Don’t you ever fear, little wingling in your youth,
Calamity comes for all, regardless of the truth

Yet don’t you lose your heart, little wingling of desire,
For all of us have nothing; until upwards we aspire