When thou commands me to sing,
it seems that my heart would break with pride,
and I look to thy face,
and dissonant in my life melts into one sweet harmony--
and my adoration spreads wings like a glad bird on its flight across the sea.
I know thou takes pleasure in my singing.
I know that only a singer I come before thy presence.
I touch by the edge of the far--spreading wing of my song thy feet which I could never aspire to reach.