I saw an angel flying
above the human beings
And saw he touched them gently
with his effulgent wings.
Then they responded promptly
with the resplendent tune,
As if he would have plucked
the heaven-made harp's strings.
He didn't notice me,
being sceptical and grim,
But, seeing him over me,
I pulled me out of dream.
I grabbed two little wings
and pulled them to my chest,
Pursuing mere goal to put
his magic charms to test.
He laughed indulgently
to my impudent trick
And put his little finger right
on my covetous lip.
He pointed at dancing souls,
emitting happy tings,
Then off my wished-to-be-the-grips
effortlessly he sliped.
Yet little shiny one plumule
left lying in my hands
And since, the world around me
to sound like heaven tends.
Cuz with this darling downy quill
no place can I find such,
So as I fail to clearly feel
your wings' inspiring touch.