《杂记》Pavilionn

26、A perfect Indian

　　A Perfect Indian is he
　　Remembering him life is sweet
　　Like a weeping willow
　　His face on my pillow
　　Comes to me still in my dreams
　　And there I saw a young baby
　　A beautiful daughter was she
　　A face from a painting
　　Red cheeks and teeth aching
　　Her eyes like a wild Irish sea

　　On a table in her yellow dress
　　For a photograph feigned happiness

　　Why in my life is that the only time
　　That any of you will smile at me
　　I'm sailing on this terrible ocean
　　I've come for my self to retrieve
　　Too long have I been feeling like Lir's children
　　And there's only one way to be free

　　He's shy and he speaks quietly
　　He's gentle and he seems to me
　　Like the elf-arrow
　　His face worn and harrowed
　　Is he a daydreamer like me

　　I'm sailing on this terrible ocean
　　I've come for my self to retrieve
　　Too long have I been feeling like Lir's children
　　And there's only one way to be free