Ho bird! how still you sit,
perched on my window sill
while below a carnival progresses.
For once, I would like to take your place,
not to soar high in the blue
but to nestle up away and aloof,
absorbed in my thoughts,
without any urgency of prudent action.
For in actions, the grand no more exists
and is turned to ruins of a diminished value,
of which the actual hides in thoughts, out of view.
