My wings are most stupendous, fair,
So leather-like and waxing strong,
I fly from dusk to crimson dawn,
High in the air.
I know not what I am, yet know
I am most lovely to behold,
My eyes are green, my hair of gold
Cool breezes blow.
My form was by a goddess made,
More beautiful than Sirens sleek,
The strength of steel, frail as Belleek.
Men are afraid.
I seek love and men to woo me,
Yet in their eyes I see the fear,
Iím filled with pain, and shed a tear!
Please, pursue me!
Then one young swain out in his leas,
He caught my eye for he was bold,
He kissed and stroked my hair of gold.
This boy could please!
He had no fear, but only care
That I had suffered solitude,
Romantically I was pursued,
Up to my lair.
I was like one raised from the dead,
This strong and caring, lovely boy,
Taught me true love, and taught me joy,
And we were wed.