Oh winged lagoon, your waters spread Beneath a sky where night has shed Her star-decked cloak and now, alas! Your wings are but a looking-glass To mirror colors over-head, When flaming dawn has visited Your limpid waters and has sped Across the sky a brilliant mass, Oh winged lagoon, Your waters in their winged bed Shall wake from sleep and dance instead, Oh butterfly amid the grass, Your sunflecked beauty shall surpass, For to the southern sun you're wed Oh winged lagoon! |